She groaned. She felt humiliated. She felt guilty and ashamed. But the image insisted. It turned her probing fingers into a pink tongue and sucking li...s. Silvery giggles poured down on her.And once more she responded with a crashing orgasm.It left her staring into a new abyss of guilt and sadness. But the kernel of yet a new urge to be satisfied was already there.Buffy cried. What had they done to her?Where were all her friends? She remembered having friends, mighty witches and sorcerers. Where. She made no sound this time but her mouth was at my ear and I could sense a release of breath as the orgasm rose and subsided and her body became a dead weight on my back. She pulled out of me and slapped my arse almost playfully. She sat on the bed and indicated I should lie in her lap and then she held me to her breast and fed me her nipple. As I suckled she stroked my face and very gently used her fingers to caress between my legs. She whispered, ‘You can cum if you want to now.’ ‘Get. Sliding her way back to meet his face, she kissed him teasingly on the lips and grinned. Part of her wanted to say something sexy or suggestively silly. She loved talking in that way and it helped to turn her on more. But a bigger part of her was past all that. She simply wanted to act. So act she did. Her lips still pressed playfully into Derrick’s, she reached her arm back down his body and plunged it purposefully into his underwear. Her fingers wrapped around the warm, pulsing firmness of. Opus.When one intends to kill subject ‘A’ but kills subject ‘B’ in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject ‘B.’ When confronted with the murder charge, the old man and his wife were both adamant, and both said that they thought the shotgun was not loaded. The old man said it was a long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, assuming the gun had been.