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Watching Watson jerking off for me brought out the evil in me.Before I knew it I had taken off my shorts and rolled my shirt up over my round boobs. I planted my feet on the ground, straddling the chair and began to lift my hips in the air as I stuck another finger in my ass and one in my dripping pussy. I made eye contact with Watson; made sure he saw my red lips and then I spoke the words: “come here and fuck me…” This brought him to a halt as he opened his eyes wide…I said the words again: “come here and fuck me...” This time Watson did not hesítate. He quickly rushed for my back yard. He came wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants, which were now barely holding back his rock hard cock. I could see he had at least a nine incher inside his pants…He approached to me saying;“I think you could need some assistance, Anita...”I smiled at him and sat again on the lounge chair, pulling down his pants as I descended. Watson’s huge cock sprang from its holder, hitting my cheek as I. " Lacey play-gestured for me to bend over and I pretended to acquiesce. “Fine, you know what,” Lacey chuckled, “You can put it in my butt after you prove you can take it yourself." “Seriously?” I got on all fours and playfully called her bluff. "Seriously.” Lacey nudged my legs apart with mock authority and pulled the comforter from my back. “Um, are we still kidding here?” I felt my pulse quicken a bit. My ass was exposed and I was stark naked.Was she for real? I rolled on my side, waving the moment off with a tense chuckle. “Not so tough anymore, are we?” Lacy said in triumph. She thought she’d made her point. “I’ll do some research and get back to you.” Lacey looked down and noticed my cock was hard and pulsing with excitement.-------- I came home from work one day and there it was, a nondescript cardboard box outside my apartment door. Adrenaline surged. I knew what this special delivery was all about. I also new Lacey was due at the apartment any second. I rushed the box inside.
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No, I had never met my wife’s lover. Am I under suspicion, Officers?”“Mr. Richards, no one is ruled out until our investigation eliminates anyone who had a reason to see your wife and/or Archer dead. You do have plenty of reason and motive.”I said, “I guess you have a point there but I would never harm the mother of my child. The fact she was carrying her lover’s child was a surprise to me. I had no idea.”They followed me and Monica back to the house where I gave my gun to the officers. They gave me a receipt for it and told me another bit of information.Officer Crews told me there were four bullet holes in the right side of Archer’s car. Two went through the door and hit Candy. A third lodged in the headrest by her head and the fourth hit Archer in the head. He was dead before the car hit the tree. I later learned that they were shot with a .40 caliber round so me and my gun were put on the bottom of the list of suspects.I thought, “Wow, what had Candy got herself into?”My next call.

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