It really sounded, he thought, like the murmur of many voices; like a large crowd very far away. It was strange, but not unpleasant.At about two in th... morning, the night nurse made her rounds. Looking in at his door, she saw that he was still awake and entered."Hi," the nurse said softly. "Are you all right? Do you need anything?"Sam looked at her. She was quite pretty, with dark brown hair, and her close-fitting white uniform emphasized a rather nice figure. It was too too dark to distinguish. She lives together with her husband an older Dutch man, mr Mulder. I can remember the first day I've met them and they invited me in for a beer.Miss Trainer was wearing (as always) an black tighties and a white shirt without bra. When I sat on their couch and she brought me my beer she bend over and showed me her awsome hot sexy saggy old Scottish tits and since that day I fantasize daily about how I would lick her whole body. She always wears tighties and every day I see her passing by I have. 'Still a fucking pricktease Em?' he smirked? 'Uh huh' I nodded. 'Why don't you taste my pussy for yourself Mr? But from your own cock' I giggled. Andy's face was a picture and he rolled his eyes at me. 'Seeing as it's you then' he replied and stepped out of his jeans and boxers. As he sat on the floor he spread his legs pretty wide and leaned over effortlessly. I watched excitedly as the tip of his tongue circled his bell end lapping up our juices before watching the tip of his prick disappear. ”Conners turned to me. “Well, I guess this shows me how you could have taken out Abover. Man. Two armed men taken out by a kid. Tell me, you give lessons? Ok, folks, I need statements. George? Meat wagon on the way?”“Yeah. Three minutes.”Everyone told their stories, gave their contact info, and the cops and detectives had a private chat with me before they wrapped things up. They told me that I probably wouldn’t be needed for the trial if the thugs pleaded not guilty, but I might need to give a.