And lower. Until I have her legs spread, her cunt open before me. My lips ever so lightly brush over her Mons. They brush as I speak to her. Telling h...r how I shoved my fingers deep up my cunt, thinking of this moment now. Of when I was about to eat her. To lick her cunt. How my fingers got so slippery as I recalled the beauty of her body, the sweetness of her pussy, the hardness of her clit. That I used those wet finger to rub my clit, how I cried out for relieve as I made her tingle and buzz.. .." I don't know, perhaps she wants to divide it into flats."We walk back to Redheugh Close in silence. The feeling that somethingisn't quite right is impossible to escape.Because Helen Sutton died the same night as Bob Hodgson, that's why.If only I could wrap my head around the implications of that one simplesentence.At the corner we're met by a wiry, beak-nosed woman in her sixties, wipingher hands on the apron she wears over a pinafore dress florid enough toqualify for a Britain In Bloom. ." Mark, will you be serious for a minute? No, I am not picking you up, and I will expect you at my house by five o'clock next Saturday. Got that?" Yes, ma'am!" he said contritely.She sighed. "Good grief!!!" After a pause, she added very sweetly, "Thank you Mark."The St. Regis Hotel in Atlanta is the premier location for an event such as a wedding reception. The hotel itself has received five "everything" ratings from all of the bureaus that offer such advice. The facility itself is enormous.. ..She was going to find out right now! They stared for a moment not believing what their eyes were seeing then they rushed her and picked her up and carried her to the pool table where she was placed with her legs hanging over one side and her head over the other and cocks began to be inserted into all her orifices she gamely took them on with her mouth full of big biker cock and her pussy filled to capacity she thought to herself it is going to be a long night hope I can outlast these clowns.