She did.I delivered the bottles to the kitchen, where she was awkwardly preparing some finger foods for her men friend, while drinking out of a huge g...ass. I started toward my room to do some work, at the back, when she stopped me when I started to walk out of the kitchen.Did you want me to funk you in later?, she slurred. She had a twinkle in her eye. Hell, sure why not! I was wanting a bed partner that night.After the games, and the company of men left, she came into my back room, and leaned. "I'm Detective Harris from the police department. Are you folks the friends of Samantha Ramirez, Julie Sweener, and Robert Taylor?"Sandy, who'd had the most time to absorb the shock of Bobby's death, replied simply, "Yes." The others just stared at him bleakly."I have some news for you. I don't want you all to over react, because the investigation is continuing. Nothing is confirmed yet," he cautioned.They all looked at him with just a bit more energy."The investigators at the scene have a lot. He started playing with it. I was now moaning heavily and saying “Darling, do as you please”. I wanted to feel his dick but didn’t had courage to open his buttons in the bus. So I said to him pull the Shawl from the bag and cover and he did as I said. He covered both of us and now I opened his shirt and started caressing his chest which was very hairy. I then started sucking his breast and bite the nipples and mean time he was fingering me from outside. I then went towards his couch and opened. On his television the animated main menu of a DVD looped through its screens. This time I even slept through the credits, he thought. He stood, ejected the disc and switched off his equipment.He headed into his bedroom, shucked off his clothes and slipped into a pair of boxer shorts he wore to bed. Then, he turned down the covers, switched off the light and slid between his sheets. Closing his eyes, he let sleep overtake him.Sensing a presence in his room he opened his eyes and saw a figure in.