She walked to the mirror, setting her small handbag on the counter as she stared at her reflection. Reaching up, she pulled her hair free of the rubbe... band, letting it fall around her face as she reached for her lipstick. Natasha had always been pretty, one of those heartbreakers in high school that would use guys and leave them in the same week. Her long brown hair hung down her back, almost reaching to her butt with a slight curl to it that could never be tamed. A slender form that she. God, she couldn't forget the delicious sensual pleasure he had brought her either, when there had been no one else but the two of them. Her faithful and gallant protector... with love-brimming eyes... she wondered if he was jealous? Did dogs of his brainy caliber know that bitter human emotion? She hoped not because she loved him so much, and she'd never, never knowingly hurt him. And then, it struck her that perhaps his canine affections had suddenly been transferred toward Queenie! Could that. Diane grabbed her sister head and scream as she orgasmed and shook violently on the desk. I looked down and my dick was hard in my hand.I looked back up and noticed that Darla was not in the room but her sister had a big dildo and was playing with herself and breathing heavily. I did not here the front door open but I heard Darla say "fuck big s*s we got a pervert outside the window. There some guy out her playing with his big cock." I looked at Darla as she stood in the doorway naked and her. I placed the condom and its wrapper into a zip-lock baggie and put it in the backpack.I flushed the toilet, got dressed carefully and went back into the bedroom. Linda’s lifeless body was sprawled out on the bed as I had left her, a trail of lube and her own juices oozing out of her cunt and pooling on the sheet, her dark brown eyes still open and staring. Maybe I was being paranoid, but I checked her pulse one more time, on the neck, then the inside of the thigh. She was dead. I ran a gloved.