So we’ll get new ones. I’ve got an electronic backup of everything I’ve written and transcribed or scanned. Everything and it’s all in a safe ...lace.” “Oh,” Hope wailed, “you wonderful boy. You definitely are the right man for my daughter.” “Mother! Do you have to be so embarrassing, we’re not even an item, yet.” “Come on, everyone, upstairs,” Sergeant Norris grinned. ‘It’s well past lunchtime and everyone will be hungry. Constable Perkins, here’s a chit that I’ve just signed. Go into the. She stands there with her long brown hair and blue eyes, staring at us with a smirk as she walks to the corner of the room and sits in the chair. “Please, don’t stop.”I look down at Layla and none of the lust has left her eyes. I kiss her again feeling that struggle for dominance leave us and her submit to me. Her fingers run through my hair as I move down her body and suck on my favorite parts of her. Her perky breasts sit in my mouth perfectly as I push a hand into her panties. Her hand finds. "It was an accident"... really. My cock went up her arse. I was just fucking her doggie style and pulled back to really ram it home and it came out. Instead of using my hand to guide it back into her cunt I just pushed and she was so wet that my cock went in the wrong hole.I guess I was so busy I didn't notice. I remember thinking, "Shit this feels good, she must have clamped her cunt on my cock". It felt good, I just hammered harder. I thought her screaming was just the sound of pleasure.. ”“She was stabbed, many times, as was her daughter.”“Stabbed? It m-m-must have been Angela. She ... she’s a ... psychopath.”Nodding, Antoinette sat down at her desk, but did not turn off the camera feed. She stared at the screen, sighing, and combing her hair over her shoulder; it did not help. No matter how she tossed the thoughts in her mind, rearranged and molded them, she could not help but stare at this image in front of her.“I have no memory of my family,” Antoinette said. “I am ....