“Well, you don’t have to be so callous! After all, the man I loved is dead now!” she cried out dramatically.“Yes, Miss Honeypot, and I am very...sorry for your loss. Now, since it’s my job to find out who killed him, could you please tell me what happened next?”She sniffled a bit and regained her composure.“Well, just as I thought I had Sly all to myself, that bitch came moseying up to the bar and had the nerve to tell me to take a hike!”I clarified, “That bitch being Rosie Cheeks?”“Yes, that. She went to the bathroom and I roles a smoke pretty fucking gob smacked how things were unfolding. Christie joined me on the balcony again, Jan followed simply to see my face when Christie dropped her towel revealing her crossed legs and her beautiful tanned figure. You like asked Jan, beautiful. She turned a leant on the balcony revealing her slim waist and big firm ass cheeks with a smooth fat set of balls and fat uncut cock Between her lovely legs. You like what you see kilt Scottish baby.. He would be looking at the soft panel covering my pussy lips under bright sunlight filtered through the cotton dress. I had staged it all carefully to look like a cathedral from below. From below, where my darling young man stared worshipfully along long thighs at me; all soft round cheeks and broad pussy lips wrapped like a Christmas present in silk panties ... just for him... "You are terrible ... a terrible slutty flirt." I said to myself. But I didn't answer. I just smiled.I turned on the. She began to whimper, “I’m sorry…”“Why?” I asked. That was all I could think.She looked at me, dead in the eyes, and said, “Because he’s so hot and he fucked me so good. I was horny and I wanted him.” She said it with honesty. I could tell that speaking those words hurt her, and me, but she was open about her real reasoning. I should’ve been furious, but instead my dick betrayed me yet again and jumped at the sound of her brutally honest sentence. She saw it out of the corner of her.