"Ain't we a sight, baby" she smiled. "Two cripples..." Not THAT crippled, little one," I said. "You're still the cutest angel in the heavens..."Giggle... "You can't sit, you can't lay flat, I can't lay on my back..." We did pretty good spooning this afternoon," I said."Yeah," she smiled. "We did."We were able to replicate that position, and it felt good to hold my Cindy in my arms again. I was starting to doze off, the magical scent of my Cindy, her touch filling my senses, satisfying me, when. Blonde Concepts was getting ready to kick off the fall campaign, and they wanted the marketing plans in place immediately. Michelle had been racing from department to department, getting a feel for the products, and it was going well, but the security issues were interfering time and again. She’d also had to sit through the helmet and injection treatment two more times. The management didn’t trust *anybody*, and she was getting tired of being treated like a spy. And that was when the striking. I cum. He cums in my aching hands sliding over his cock. Mmmmm. He leaves without a word.In the dark of the maze, I sit on my legs, reach out in the dark for cocks, pull them close, fit them in my mouth. Feel them stiffen like steel, feeling around to clutch butt cheeks, feeling the pulsing and spasm and tasting cum. He lays back on the lower bench in the steam heat. I press my cock against his slick asshole, I fuck him. In the dark of the maze, mouth on my cock, I'm hard, slip on a condom, he. Our child died. That tiny casket was the most heartbreaking sight I’d ever seen.Don Baird was convicted for raping Beth and two of the other women. Evidence for the other four victims was too weak to hold up. The horrendous trial judge gave him a surprisingly light sentence of six years. His wife divorced him and she was granted all assets by a very understanding judge Dunn.Don was released after two-and-a-half years. Despite a restraining order, he called Beth the day of his release and made.