I start putting all theboxes that say nail polish or nail supplies or anything about nails andstack them by the door.I go thru the bedroom and see mor... boxes as I stack them also. Okay nowI will start taking them downstairs. I see the backroom storage area asseriously large. I start stacking them against the wall with no window.Well at least I have some room now up here as I clear the kitchencounter off and make different piles of stuff. I make a pile for haircoloring and a pile for shampoo's. James said as he poked his two, then three fingers in me. My asshole stretching easily. When he confirmed how easily he could get three fingers in me, he must have decided to experiment. He got more lube out of the jar with the hand he was finger banging me with. His hand was coated now. "Are you enjoying it?", he asked. "Oh definitely", I breathlessly said. Dr. James put the tips of all five of his fingers together and began prodding at my asshole again. I moaned quietly and said, "do it". He. He motioned me closer, then he whispered, “There is a plastic bag of computer shit buried under the Crepe Myrtle tree in my front yard. They were not supposed to be there, but a few days. That plan didn’t work out quite right.”He leaned back then said for everyone to hear, “I have nothing more to say to you until I talk to my lawyer.”“So what did he say,” Gray asked when we got outside the Sheriff’s office.“Nothing valuable, but who is asking the FBI agent, or the Rogers Researcher?” I. Wynn lifts her body a bit, looks me straight in the eyes, smiling naughtily and I feel my cock going all the way, balls deep. We both moan, my god, how tight she is. My cock feels so great, even more when Wynn contracts the muscles inside her pussy. This feels like heaven! This is heaven!Eve stands behind Wynn now, squeezing both breasts of Wynn, while thumb and forefinger play with her nipples.“I think you like this, it turns you on even more, isn’t it, Wynn?” she says.“Yes, but I am already.