The second of my taskswas to get Darla out of the way of the photos. This I accomplishedwhen Barb gave me the sign she was satisfied that Darla was no...onger needed to assist the action.Darla was not a happy camper. Barb and Cheryl both chuckled when Itold them later that I had "snatched victory from the lips ofdefeat". Darla knew better than to not do as I indicated and Isent her packing over to Lexi and Vince. By this time Krissy'sverbal contributions were limited to the likes of,. ’ ‘The press were all over, Kaylee. They’d have mugged you before you’d gotten anywhere close to the cemetery.’ He pulled the clip out of her hair, running his hands through the silky strands. She sighed and then moved from his arms, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the couch. Curling up against him, she traced abstract patterns over the material that covered his thigh. ‘So what happens next? There won’t be a trial or anything. With David Brody dead, it just ends, doesn’t it?’ ‘Yeah, kind. But we can start with what you were up to that night.”“Of course. I arrived late, fashionably late one might say, to Sly’s big shindig. I’d spent hours getting my nails, hair, and makeup done. I wanted to look my best you see. I figured that bitch, Rosie, would show up and I wanted to make it clear that she’s old news and that Sly needed a fresh younger star at his side, not an old has-been,” she began.I could see she needed some guidance to stay focused on what I was asking, so I got specific,. Just like that. Oh, yes. Just like that. Keep going."I whispered my question, "Do my fingers feel good? Your pussy is so wet. I think you want to cum all over them. I want to feel your juices."She kept pleading, "Keep going. Keep going. I'm getting close." My fingering quickly transformed into finger banging when Randi let out a squeal, "Ohhhhhhh. There it is! Auggh! Augghhhhunnngggg!" Her pussy was contracting around my thrusting fingers. Her juices began flowing and soaking my entire hand..