Well, the mansion," Jhoni told me as she slowed down to let me catch up and pass her. She followed me as I pushed the cart across the open hardwood fl...or to the east hallway wall of the fire door entryway where I normally left the four-wheeled wagon. "Mmm ... they only moved you know, a few miles away ... into such a fancy big apartment building." You sure you don't want an omelet?" I asked Jhoni as we turned away from the parked cart and started across the Great Room toward the kitchen with me. Aya made a gurgling sound in her throat and blood spurted out of her mouth. She collapsed on top of Miss Park's lovely dead body. Aya Yokoyama joined the Korean girl in death. Aya wore sexy silk stalkings and black high heels when she was murdered. She would not be joining her husband for dinner. The killer breathed a sigh of relief. He had obviously not expected this woman to show up, but what a bonus! He had enough coffins to spare one for his latest lovely victim. He took her purse and saw. I was not sure I was going to survive.Finally we were simply heaving together, faster and faster until she spasmed and shook, screaming, "Fool, fool," as her climax washed over us. I barely paused in my own striving for release and soon had to grit my teeth to keep from squealing with pleasure as I exploded, my heavy ramrod fully extended and pumping thick gobs of jism into her, recoiling and ramming and firing again and then again and still again and again and then once more as I ground us. Let's not talk about it right now. It was something we both needed, but it doesn't have to mean anything. It just happened. I don't regret it. Right now we need to go downstairs."I moved to her and grabbed her chin. I saw she was nervous and wondered if she'd practiced that little speech. I leaned over and kissed her softly, continuing until she responded."I just want to say you are incredible. Really." So you keep saying," she teased."What is Erica going to think?" I told her you had a.