Kim and I drove in silence the 15 minutes it took to get to north cockcrow. I was disappointed to see street brightness level illuminating this rural street where we planned to crash Rachel's car. But, there was naught to be done about it. There was only a sliver of a moon, so even with the street lights, it was still pretty dark. Maybe the sparkle would actually delay card of the fervidness. I could go for. My stomach didn't think anything was going right at all. My mastermind was starting to agree. I was beginning to cogitate furiously about how to get out of this mess.

It all started about a workweek ago, after my-ex wife's sister's 21st birthday political party. We, meaning Rachel ( ex wife ), Kim ( Sister ) and three of Kim's friends went clubbing. Afterwards I ended up in Kim's bed. It was one of the outflank Nox of my spirit.

The succeeding break of the day, after I had gone out, I returned to find the sisters, bound, naked, and telling a tale of a Russian gangster out to pop them. The apparently unarmed gangster had fled when he heard me pull up, but promised to be back. He was under the opinion that Rachel, who was dating another Russian mobster, had stolen a large sum of money from him. Rachel said it was her ex-boyfriend, who was now on the run, but leaving her to consume the rap.

The ma'am concocted a plan to make Rachel disappear, by having her seem to die in a car accident. We, the sisters, plus Kim's best supporter, the voluptuous red-head, Tasha, had stolen a body, taken dental consonant x-rays, and covered the theft via fallacious paperwork and a cremation. It had been one hell of a busy week.

When I wasn't committing some felony, Kim ( very willingly ), Rachel ( not so much ), and Tasha ( surprisingly ) had been screwing me to the point of exhaustion. I have had more sex in the last week, than I did in the stopping point two days of my marriage. I'm surprised I can still get an erection at this point.

Well, not at this particular period in meter. I know why at this percentage point in fourth dimension my dick has crawled up inside, and is hiding. Sex was the endure thing on my judgement as I put my car in park and got out. Rachel had done the like in her car. Kim got out of the passenger side of my car. Rachel's passenger did nothing. She was already dead and would be standing in for Rachel in a few moments.

"This is it."I said and paused for effect"This is our live chance to shout it quits"

"We've come too far to cease now."Said Kim

"Yes, lets get to this, so I can set about my new life."echoed Rachel.

I swallowed nervously. I had hoped one of them was going to deliver me. But, that was not to be.

I opened the car door and drug Dead Rachel out.

"Give me a helping hand"I said and both sisters came forth.

We eased her into the device driver's seat and I could sense that Dead Rachel had on a bra. The sister had dressed the corpse in Rachel's textile earlier this evening and for some cause the bra struck me as funny.

"You guys but a bra on her ?"

Rachel answered with no wit

‘ I always said I wouldn't be caught dead in public without a bra. Now you know I meant it."

I shook my head as I walked back to my car to call up the gas privy. I was really worried about this next parting. As a matter of fact this was clearly in the pudding head category. I took the small gallon gas can, put in on the story in the back of Rachel's car and tipped it over. I tossed the lid in beside it.

The smell of the gas hit me, and I was even more occupy. I took the five gallon can and began to saturated Dead Rachel and the integral back seat and trading floor. I left about a gallon in it and put it back in my car.

"OK"I started"Let's go over this one more time"

I expected groans, as we had gone over this many clock time before we had all tried to get some sleep.

"We get in your car and drive down to the Tree and parkland after the turn."started Kim

"After the car clash, I grab the gas can and the ignitor and head teacher over to the wreck."
followed Rachel

"If you aren't already out of the car, I help you get out"said Kim

"I douse your discharge seat with the rest of the gasoline and light it"continued Rachel

"Then we all get into your car and get the hell out of here"said Kim and Rachel together

"What if my door won't open ?"I asked.

"I break the glass with the tire branding iron"said Kim holding it up

"What if I'm hurt and unconscious ?'I grilled

"We drag you out of the car and headache about the trauma later ?'

"What if the car catches itself on fire and I can't get out ?"

"I shoot you."said Rachel in a flat emotional tincture, but holding her father's pistol.

"But that won't happen."said Kim, who was trying to be brave."Those automobile bursting into fire every sentence they hit a wall or something ; that 's all Hollywood nonsense."

"Yeah, but the five congius of gas in there isn't. Have the gun ready. I don't want to burn to death."

The ladies were dumb

"Rachel if this works and I don't die ; I expect sex from you every time I see you."I said with a grin

"Fine"she said with a smile"I'll just make trusted I never see you again."

Rachel and I had a stormy marriage of five years. It ended in divorcement less than a year ago. One of the big reasons was that she hated sex. She's do it, but it took a lot of begging or bribing. Her hating sex was such a tragedy, because Rachel is stunning. She has leading lady beneficial looks. I'm OK looking, but strictly B-list material. The adult thrill I got out of our marriage was seeing the flavour on other men's faces when they realized she was with me.

Kim walked over and gave me a deep, slow, wet kiss.

"We can finish that, when we get home"she announced with her eyes getting misty.

Kim is attractive in her own right hand, but she pales in comparing to Rachel. I mean Kim is very pretty and never lacked for male attention. But, Rachel shines. Still when you started to compare ‘ parts'you wonder why Kim would polish off second base. She had nicer legs, firmer chest, and a bitchy innocence to her that drives me crazy.

I nodded and shooed them off.

"Get down there and get ready."I said

They got into my car and I got into the passenger English of Rachel's auto. I turned on the ignition, and the car surged to lifetime. I half expected an detonation. The smell of gas was overpowering. I thought about rolling down a windowpane, but in the frigidness Nox air, I thought that might look suspicious when the accident investigator arrived.

I looked up and watched as my car made the turning a tail mile down the road, and stopped about 20 yards past the bend in the route. The lights went out. They were ready.

My sum was beating about a million beats per second and my principal was swimming because of the petrol. I buckled myself in. Can't forget that, and God bless the man that invented airbags. I was counting on the one in nominal head of me to make unnecessary me from injury.

This afternoon I had fashioned a peg that I would use to wedge the gas foot pedal to the floor. I had brought it out with me from my car, and I now used it to apply the brake treadle, so I could contain the car out of cogwheel. It was harder than I thought and I got gas all over my berm as I used it for purchase against Dead Rachel. This was not starting out well.

The car shifter jumped, and lurched backwards as I got it into reverse. I quickly shifted to drive, and we began to act forward. I took a mysterious, but much polluted breath and worked the acceleration Stick onto the pedal and pushed it down. The car jumped as the fuel injectors did their job. The car was picking up speed faster than I expected.

I was trying to channelize, wedge the pin into the seat, and not get anymore gas on me all at the same metre.

Faster and faster went the car. I got the spliff situated and relaxed a bit. The car speedometer was at 30, and rising.

I looped the leather strap of the acceleration stick around my good radiocarpal joint as I focused on keeping this projectile pointed towards the tree that guarded the angle of the turn ahead. I was starting to get very lightheaded. I had really underestimate how mighty the petrol feel would be. I briefly wondered if there was adequate oxygen.

The car was doing 40 and the tree was starting to loom large.

I was all of a sudden thankful for the streetlights. I was thinking I could not discern the tree without the spark they were giving off.

45 MPH and I noticed my vision was blurry. The tree was very big and very hazy.

I remember exactly two things before I blacked out. I remembered yanking the Acceleration Stick out of space and I remember thinking

"Why haven't we heard from the Russians lately ?"

Then it was dark.




"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh"I groaned out."My fucking principal is killing me."

"Thank God !"somebody familiar said, but I was not awake enough to put a facial expression to the vocalism. My eyes were no help, because I had not opened them yet.

"We were starting to get worried !"I heard the voice say.

The fog started to clear and with her side by side words I realized that it was Rachel in the room with me.

"Kim ! cum here ! Ron's awake !"

I heard the sound of running feet as I tried to get into a sitting spot. A upsurge of painful sensation filled my frontal bone and I felt like I was going to throw off up. I let Rachel ease me back down to the bed.

"Easy, Ron. You're got a nice bump on your head"Rachel said as I saw Kim appear at the door.

Kim's face was a mix of hope and headache. I saw easing take over her aspect when she looked over at me.

"Oh, Ron ! I thought we were going to sustain to call an ambulance !"

"Ow"I groaned out as I touched my forehead."What happened ? Didn't the airbag work ?"

Even before the words were out, I could severalise by the snide quality in Rachel's spokesperson that she was going to say something derogatory.

"Oh, yeah. It opened hunky-dory. But, you were so loopy from the gasoline fumes that you knocked yourself out on the door jam getting out of the car"

The realness flooded back in and my essence skipped a beat

"The car ! What happened ? Did I hit the tree ? Did it fascinate flack ? Did anyone see us ?"

"Slow down !"said Kim with genuine worry."I think everything is fine. You hit that tree at what looked like 100 mph. I was sure you were dead. We went rushing over to you and wish Rachel said, you hit your head hard when you opened the door and tried to get out fast. You collapsed. Rachel poured the rest of the gas on your side, not like it needed it, she lit a peer and there was a huge whoosh ! We half dragged you to the car and got out of there. I didn't see anyone, but man we were so pumped on adrenaline ; I think we were lucky to commemorate to get you."

All of that came out so fast, I was for sure I was going to throw up from the sheer speed of her story. I managed to eek out a question.

"How long was I out ?"

"It's 3 AM now, so two hours."said Rachel"Much to a greater extent and we were going to micturate something up and get you to the doctor !"

I might have a concussion I thought. My oral sex darn sure hurt.

"We need to relocate to your place."I said trying to get up again.

"No, Ron ! Don't get up !"said Kim

"The bull are going to depict up at the address on Rachel's driver's licence. That isn't here. Kim, you have to dally the part of the clueless and then grieving baby, when they show up. At 3 AM good boy and young woman are sound asleep at home."

"What about me ?"said Rachel. I shouldn't be there, right ? I'm supposed to be dead."

"Where ever you are, you have to ride out hidden until we can get you up to your uncle's cabin. I guess the less you are out in populace the better. So, yeah, you should stay here."

I said finally getting into a sitting stead. I felt a little better.

"Yeah, well you aren't supposed to be there"said Kim sternly."And you're in no shape to go bouncing around the urban center"

My head hurt too a good deal to debate. So I didn't. But, I did get to my feet.

"Fine. But, I have something for you."I said as I walked to the master bathroom.

I was in and out in five seconds. If my bladder was signaling anything, the throb in my promontory was drowning it out. I produced a gal Ziploc bag with a toothbrush and hairbrush.

The Sister looked at each former and then looked at me.

"I used these on the short torso. The police might ask for something to get DNA from. open them these. Don't fall in them any textile. secernate them all the laundry was just done, so there is nothing dirty."

Kim took the bag from my hand.

"And as soon as you get home, withdraw these out of the bag and put them in Rachel's bathroom. If you give them to them in a Ziploc bag, they might enquire why you had them ready."

"Anything else ?"Kim asked with total attention.

"Yeah. Change in to PJs and go to bed. It won't look just if you're waiting up for them. They will likely ask you if you know where Rachel is. Tell them just like we worked out. Rachel told you she was going to go out clubbing with protagonist and she was not home yet. Make them tell you what happened, so you don't accidently blurt out something that will get us in trouble. Ask them,"Why, what's wrong ?"Those accurate Logos. OK ?"

"OK"she echoed

"Then you are on your own with the emotional stuff. Crying study really well. Let them do as much talking as possible. They won't want to stay put any longer than they have to, but they won't leave until they know you are all right. They might propose a heartbreak councilor. Just ignore that and assure them you need to call me, as I am her ex. I'll offer to come over and you tell the law I am on my way. They should leave either shortly thereafter, or they might wait until I actually get there."

"How's my gibbosity ?"I asked Rachel."Does it show ?"

"No, but you smell like gas."

"OK. Shower for me. satiate the cloths in a bag and well get rid of them. Kim, you need to get going."I ordered.

I leaned in and kissed Kim.

"Good fortune"I said. She half grinned and then turned and walked out.

I went into the bathroom and got out of my foetid material. Rachel came in and took them from me. I figured she would strip the bed where I was lying and wash a load of clothes.

I turned on the shower bath and got in. The hot water felt in force, but it hurt to have it hammering on my caput. I eased myself into the menstruum of the water and the hurting gradually dulled to throb. I relaxed and started to feel somewhat better.

With the pain not fighting so hard for my attention, thought of what I had just done and what was to fall started to creep in. Fuck ! I wonder how bad the flak was. I was starting to think that I used way too much petrol and that there was no way anyone would call up it an stroke. Even the story we cooked up that Rachel was getting gas for the lawn lawn mower, to explain gasoline in the car, was sounding lame.

I don't know long I was in the cascade, but it was starting to turn cold and then Rachel knocked at the door.

"Are you OK ?"she called through the closed door.

"Yeah. I'm coming out"

I turned off the water supply, toweled off, and walked out to the bedroom.

I took some fabric out of the hamper and Rachel scrunched up her olfactory organ at me.

"How's it going to depend if I go over to your home in brisk cloths and freshly showered ? I'm not even going to comb my fuzz. The mussy the better."

Rachel nodded and then asked

"Now what ?"

"We wait for Kim to call and pray that everything goes OK over there. I have to say that I'm Sir Thomas More than a footling worried. Kim is all by herself."

"Kim's toughie. I'm not worried about her at all"Rachel said plainly

Her certitude surprised me, but I did not argue. Instead I went downstairs and turned on the TV. might as well get comfortable.

The sound of my phone woke me and I nearly screamed.

I swallowed by warmheartedness and stopped myself from picking up after the 1st band. Better if I was fumbling in the wickedness, being awaken from a sound sleep.

I picked up on third ring.

"hullo ?"I answered thickly

"The cop just left ! I hope I didn't screw it up !"

"Why ? !"I asked in a panic"What did you say ! ?"

"Nothing. ! Easy, OK. I just don't know if I'm a honest plenty actress ! Christ ! My tum is in a fucking mi !"

I swallowed and counted to three.

"So what did they say ?"

Rachel was by my slope, leaning in to hear.

"It went about like you said it would. They asked if Rachel was house. I told them she went out clubbing and wasn't dwelling. Then they asked if Rachel owned a Toyota with a peculiar license routine. I didn't know Rachel permit number, but I told them she drove a red Toyota Celica. Then I asked why"

"That's good. What did they say ?"

"They said there had been an fortuity and that Rachel's car was involved. I asked if Rachel was OK and they said that the device driver had been killed. I burst into tear and asked them if they were sure enough it was Rachel."

"And ?"I interrupted

"They said they didn't know"Kim paused

"Well ? !"

"I stopped crying and looked at them. They said there had been a fire and that the body was badly burned. I started crying again. They gave me a few seconds and asked if I would be OK. I nodded my head"

"Then what ?"I asked almost about to wet myself.

"They said I should squall someone to be with me and when I nodded my oral sex again, they left"

I let out an audible breath that Kim misunderstood for a speech sound of disfavour.

"What ? ! What did I do wrong ? ! she screamed out

"Nothing ! zip ! You were outstanding ! I'm just so relieved !"

"So I did good ?"Kim said sounding very relieved herself

"Did you shed real number tears"I asked

"Yeah"

"Then you………"

I never finished the conviction, because in the next jiffy I was throwing up all over the floor.

"Ron ! Ron !"I could hear in the aloofness.

Rachel took the earpiece from me.

"Ron's thowing up !"she said excitedly.

I found my voice.

"I'm OK"I tried to fathom surefooted, but I was not sure how all right hand I was. I was surely I had a concussion.

"Kim said she's coming over"

"NO !"I shouted. Which was a misunderstanding. My stomach lurched again, but nothing came out."She needs to stay put."

Rachel relayed that to Kim and sister went back and Forth River. Rachel argued for me as the nausea passed and I once again found the ability to speak.

"Rachel, tell Kim to stay put. You and I will hole up here. Ask her what she thinks about calling Tasha to amount to stay on with her."

Rachel relayed my information and the two girls went back and forth. It sounded like Kim was loath to call Tasha at this hour. But, when Rachel suggested it would sound perfectly formula if she ( Rachel ) had really been killed, Kim agreed. I wondered if Tasha would be so affable.

Rachel hung up and gave me my phone. She went to the bathroom and I heard weewee running. She came back and began to make clean up my mess. I was going to object, but I didn't think I could deflect over to clean it up.

"You didn't take this goodness of precaution of me when we were married."I said by way of an apology.

"You should try to get some relief. As soon as I'm done here, I'm going to bed."she answered

I looked at my watch. It was almost 6 AM. I decided Rachel was right, but I had a earpiece call to constitute. I had to let Dr Syygo have sex what had happened and that I would not be in. My turn to act.

I found his contact and made the call. It went as well as could be hoped. My cephalalgia and lack of quietus undoubtedly helped with my acting skills. It was a short call. The doc did not even ask for any details. That kind of surprised me. I knew Dr. Syygo carried a Verbascum thapsus for my ex. I figured he would be very interested in the details. But, truth be told, I was super relieved when I was capable to quickly get the conversation over with. His utmost words were"Take all the time you need ”. I hung up the phone.

"Ron. Let me use your phone. I hate that you made me leave my purse and everything in my car. What deviation does it make ?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhh"I said"My head is killing me. And you can't forebode anyone. You're dead."

"I just want to mark Facebook."Rachel replied with a tone that said ‘ What do you think I am, pillock ?'

"No Facebook either. You have to start living as Rachel Leah Jackson ; that new name you and Petrov came up with."I said

Petrov was the Russian mobster that got us into this great deal. He was the one who stole money from the Russian mob, and let Rachel take the rap for it. But, he had also gotten Rachel phoney papers so they could take up a new aliveness together. That was before he double-crossed her and took the money.

Rachel looked at me funny for a second, then turned and walked away to go back to bead. My top dog really did hurt. I decided I would pop some ibuprofen and do the same.

The combination of my concussion and the limit rest had me out pretty speedy. The side by side thing I knew I was hearing sounds from downstairs. I was still groggy and really out of it, but I was sure these sounds were not normal. I got up to investigate.

I listened as I walked, taking aid to pee-pee as small dissonance as possible. For some reason, I thought it important not to let whoever was downstairs know I was awake. As I approached my own bedchamber doorjamb I heard a spokesperson, make, and speaking evenly.

"We're sorry."Said the interpreter that I thought sounded like Kim.

What the snake pit was Kim doing here ? She was supposed to be at her house. She could inadvertently conduce the police to Rachel and spoil everything.

I took a few more timid stone's throw, entering the hall and selecting a path towards the stairs.

"Yeah. We're sorry."Said a voice I was prescribed was my ex-wife.

Rachel had said she was going to bed. And who the hell are they talking to ? constituent of an answer came with the future voice.

"Sorry does not matter. What affair is what you do."The ‘ what'came out like ‘ vhat ’. This manlike voice was speaking in a Russian accent !

‘ Russian !'I thought. ‘ We're all dead !'

I had stopped when the man had spoken, and I found myself at the head of the steps. I did not know what I was going to do, but the girls were with a Russian and that could not be right news.

‘ You whores need to outride with the plan."Continued the Russian in an even voice.

"We know."Said Kim like she was acknowledging that it was raining.

‘ What the screw ?'I thought. ‘ Kim doesn't sound like she is in bother. What the hell is going on ?'

I reluctantly and slowly started down the step. I descended four steps without interference. These stairs always creaked and it would take a miracle for the Russian not to get wind me. But, I had to see what was going on. My very following step was answered with a loud groan from the stair tread and I frozen waiting to see if I had been heard.

"We'll do better."Said Rachel

goodness. No one heard me. I took another step and the step groaned again. The Russian was in mid-sentence when the stair had groaned and I frozen again ; expecting him to blockade and heed. But, he never missed a beat.

"Yes. You will do better. And we will see how you do just, right wing now."

Embolden, I took another step, which was mercifully soundless. And then another. I was considerably than one-half way down. I could kneel down from here and look through the ballister to see into the life room. I decided to do that, as the Russian was continuing his speech.

"Kim, get on your genu and inspection and repair me. You aren't particular proposition fond of cock sucking"

I finished squatting down and could now see what was going on. I expected to see some Russian mobster. I did not anticipate to accredit him, but I did ! After Rachel and I divorced we did not go along in contact. Once, a few hebdomad after the report had been signed, I saw a Rachel with a lawyer-looking guy. We didn't meet or anything. I just remember thinking that I felt sorry for him. Now, as I looked at his brass once again, I wasn't sure who to sense sad for.

I shifted my gaze. Kim and Rachel were standing side by side in the middle of the living room, looking at the Russian who was standing about three substructure in front of them. They were wearing identical black tube tops, which made their bark looking at pale. Their lower one-half where clad in only small black pantie. Both babe were in black luxuriously heels. Neither madam looked to be distressed or worried. Their military capability was like they were talking to the school principle.

The Russian, as well as the girls were in profile, and he was dressed in contraband as well. Head to toe black. He had on a black suit of clothes that fit him well. A blacken shirt, with a disastrous tie. Black loafers hid what I presumed to be black wind sock. The sole variety of coloring was his flesh tincture cheek and hands.

Kim was in the act of kneeling so I guessed I was going to find out if he had pitch blackness underwear, too. Kim spoke as she moved.

"No. I don't like to move over blow problem. I prefer to eat kitty-cat. I'll do it to make you happy."

"Yes, you will, whore."he answered.

I watched as Kim's breast rose and fell more frequently, her breathing quickened in anticipation. She was leaning back onto her suntanned and shapely legs as she reached towards the Russian's fly, to obediently extract the Russian's cock. In an effortless motility he slapped her hands away.

"Put your paw behind your binding, whore."

Kim looked at him with surprise and concern competing for ascendance of her side. Maybe it was dread. But, she moved both hired hand to the small of her back and interlocked her fingers.

The Russian took one long tone towards Rachel, reached behind her head teacher and grabbed a fistful of her blonde locks. He pulled her violently towards him and Rachel stumbled forward without crying out. He pulled her in finale and kissed her strong. Rachel struggled ever so slightly, but then relented and accepted his tongue into her mouth and began to kiss him back.

With a pull of her hair's-breadth the Russian broke their kiss and looked at her with an vicious glare.

"You, Rachel, dislike having your breast sucked. Is that not true ?'

"Y..yes. I…."

Her sentence was interrupted as the Russian ripped her thermionic valve top completely off.

"Petrov !"she gasped

Rachel's arms flew up to cover herself. The Russian only smiled a confident and naughty grin.

"help your sister. ingest my cock out, so she can get to work."said the Russian with menace in his voice.

So this was Petrov. This was the guy who had caused all this trouble. But, what was he doing here ? And why did the daughter not seem to be afraid ?

Rachel leaned over to comply. Her two manus shook as she undid his belt and then unfastened his pants. The pants and his underwear were down to mid second joint in the next instant. The Russian's fellow member jutted out, and seemed to take up the unscathed room. It was large ; in the neighborhood of 10 inches and as think as Kim's radiocarpal joint. The organ was unnaturally drear, like it had been dyed or used to go to a black man.

I looked over at Kim for a reaction and I saw her center go wide with worry and care. I was no where near this large and judging from her face, Kim was thinking the Same thing.

The Russian had not released Rachel hair and he pulled her back to a fully standing berth. He slapped her sleeve away from her C cup bosom and Rachel's arms dropped to her side.

Rachel's breasts are perfect. They are milky white, with a trace of tan lines. The areola are brown-pink and normally the size of a one-fourth. Both knocker pouted upward, seemingly asking to be sucked. Both globes glistened with sweat and her nipples were scrounged up into the blotto knots I had ever seen. Her tits had never looked this enticing.

I was hard as a rock. Seeing Rachel's mamilla usually did that for me, but seeing them in this state of arousal was more than Bruno could take, even given the berth. . I watched as Petrov looked down on Kim. She was just staring at his large pecker. She looked frightened.

"Suck, bitch"Pertrov commanded

"Please, Petrov. Go promiscuous. It..it's so big."She said in a spiritless spokesperson that I was unaccustomed to hearing.

"The plan is big, whore ! If you are not up to it, then should not have taken it on. Now put it in you mouth and get to play"

My little Kim is not prostrate to taking orders in any lot, but she immediately opened her backtalk and took Petrov's erection into her oral cavity. She slowly moved her head back and forth, sucking and slurping audibly. This did cipher to assist my hard on and I watched as a serious character of the Russian's member disappeared and reappeared as Kim bobbed obediently.

Kim was only taking about one-half of Petrov's harmonium and his patients quickly wore thin.

"All of it, whore ! You will lead all of it !"he roared

With that he grabbed her by that rear of head and pulled her in closer, jamming another mates of in of his cock into Kim. Kim looked panicky for a second, choking on the meat in her throat, but she relaxed and began bobbing again.

"That's better"Petrov said his face shifted to a satisfied smirk and the enraptured look on his side told me he was now often happier with Kim. He closed his eyes, and took a few mo to savor the attention his reed organ was receiving.

Kim was trying to uphold as much control as possible. But, her hands were behind her back and the Russian's pilus hold gave him staring ascendance of the tempo. All Kim could do was try to shoot more and Thomas More of the Russian and celebrate him from burying his rod to the hilt in defeat.

With each throw Kim was taking to a greater extent and Thomas More meat into her throat. I looked into her eyes and saw that fear had been replaced by purpose. I had no doubt she would swallow his full cock soon.

Suddenly the Russian's eyes flew clear, like something had broken the spell holding him to his swarm in nirvana. He his head whipped towards Rachel.

"Bring those tit to me, bitch."Petrov ordered.

Rachel stepped skinny, stopped, and waited for him to twist down. Petrov was a foot or so taller, so Rachel's luscious ball were a full two feet below his waiting mouthpiece. To both our surprise Petrov reached behind Rachel, grabbed her underclothes and lifted her off her metrical foot by them.

"Owww !"she screamed as her panty dug into her gentle tissues.

Rachel writhed in painfulness and began to overreach Petrov with her fists. Her blows, landing on his neck and shoulders, had the effect of a mosquito on a bear.

"Petrov ! No ! Please ! Put me down ! That hurts ! Please ! she screamed as she continued to contend and campaign.

Petrov ignored her pleas of pain and her harmless attack. The twinkling Rachel's titty was near he inhaled the cherry into his oral cavity. Rachel screamed again as he bit down on her breast meat.

"Owwwwwwww ! Petrov, please !"

His only response was to pull up her in tightly to him, mashing her knocker into his face.

Rachel now placed both hired man on his broad shoulder joint and used them to take as a good deal weightiness was she could off of the wedgie trying to split her in two.

Petrov alternated quickly between biting and sucking. He had a spirit of vestal joy on his cheek, lost completely in the impression of the boob in his backtalk, and the oral fissure around his cock.

"Ow ! Ow !"came the softer but, still heartfelt supplication from Rachel"Please Petrov ! This really hurts !"

Petrov released his trophy to attack the other and managed to grunt out

"You knew the architectural plan would be painful. You accepted that eagerly."

He latched onto her other breast again and shook it like a dog with his hungry mouth.

"Owwwwww !"Came the supplication that was nearly smothered by a wet sob.

Kim was not watching the appearance above her. It was mostly blocked, but she had her own difficultness. Her oral fissure was distorted both by the software inside it, and her own efforts to adjust to it. This made it was hard to severalize if Kim was worried or determined. Her wide centre were closed, trying to blob out what was happening. They remained that way for only another second.

They jerked open as Petrov spoke.

"More, bitch !'

Kim had not yet achieved wide deep pharynx and make out immediately that she was about to, regardless of her own desires or abilities.

I was sure I knew what was coming, but Petrov added a whirl. With his firm hairhold in the back of Kim's mind, he anchored Kim's dead body and pushed the entire length of his penis deep down Kim's throat.

He had begun this intrusion when Kim had pulled near of the way out and he began an almost agonizingly slow stride of violating Kim. As each inch entered her sass, I could see her throat swell with the intrusion. I was amazed that Kim was not fighting this tooth and nail. opposite to that notion she was doing her outdo to accept this and continue to be Petrov's fucking toy.

"Ahhhhhhh ! Yes ! That's a good fiddling bawd !"he said as he completed the throw and ground his crotch into Kim's face.

With that he appeared to focalise all efforts on enjoying the Sister'bodies. He began to aggressively face-fuck Kim, while both biting and sucking on Rachel's bosom.

"No ! Please ! Owwww ! came another cry of pain. He moved from one to the other, first sucking on a mammilla, then biting it. He would sap of one ball and movement to the next.

Kim for her office was trying not to panic, but I could see the shadow of it appear on her expression. A twain of snag escaped and ran down her boldness as Petrov'face fucking continued. Petrov would take his organ half way out and then advertize it back down Kim's throat with no thought. Only his animalistic desire was to be considered at this point.

At once he opened his mouth wide and clamped on to Rachel's white meat and sucked deeply and I saw Rachel's eye's go encompassing in annoyance. Petrov pulled Kim back and she made a small smack sound as his cock left her mouth.

Kim took a long, living enhancing breath as she looked up at the big Russian. Petrov held his cock like he was going to exempt himself and then shot a massive payload of his seed onto Kim's face. Kim jumped in shocked and squealed

"Ohhhh !"

His capability was like nothing I had ever seen. His spurts exceeded an entire second in length and came one after the early. Kim quickly had Caucasian ooze all over face, thorax, and fuzz in seconds.

Petrov finished, released Rachel's tit and she began to decompress as he let her slowly down to floor, almost as an afterthought.

"You did well, whore."He said looking a Kim. He looked at Rachel who was pulling her underwear down in to a convention position.

"You clean your baby up."Petrov said with threat in his voice.

Rachel took one pace towards the bathroom and Petrov added three lyric to his sentence.

"with your tongue"

Rachel's head jerked to await at Petrov.

"Please not that !"she begged

"You knew the programme would not be pleasant. You knew you would have to do unpleasant things"

Rachel did not say another news. She walked over and bent at the shank to begin licking Petrov's cum from her Sister. Kim knelt there laconically and spent. She displayed no emotion, as she accepted her tongue bath.

Petrov moved behind Rachel and grabbed a fistful of one exposed ass cheek.

"This is very well ! You do not like your ass fucked, whore."He said as a statement.

"No, Petrov ! Please !"Rachel said pleadingly. But, the raw emotion accompanying her three Son told me she knew what was to derive.

In one motion Petrov ripped Rachel's panties from her consistence, exposing her private opening. Except for the Fuck-Me- heart, which greatly accentuated Rachel's ass, she was completely au naturel. And bend over like she was, completely vulnerable. Petrov took a single stride towards Rachel, with his correct hand guiding his stopcock to Rachel's exposed little starfish.

In five old age of marriage, I had never gotten inside Rachel's back entrance. She hated anal sex. She thought it was filthy and that it would ache. Over the net week she had put that article of faith aside and had allowed me practically accession to this sought after pleasure. But, I was not nearly as vauntingly as Petrov and certainly not as midst. I was thinking that he was going to rip Rachel's apart. That thought was foremost in Rachel's mind as well.

"P..p.please, Petrov. You're too big for me there. You'll send me to the hospital"Rachel was pleading. She should have been in weeping, but was actually somewhat calmness, despite her stutter.

"You're whore baby swallowed me easily. I think you do not have a go at it what you are adequate to of."Petrov said matter-of-factly. His side by side sentence was in his command voice.

"Now, disperse your ass."

"Please. I'm begging you. Please make me wet. Please don't do me dry"

Whack ! The audio of Petrov's prominent hand on Rachel's bare ass echoed through out the room.

"bitch. You expect me to tongue your filthy hole !"

Rachel winced from the pain, but quickly answered

"No ! I only…"

"You stupid strumpet. You are to service the plan ! The programme does not serve you !"Petrov roared as he slapped Rachel's ass again.

Rachel jumped in pain, but was silent this meter.

I marveled as Rachel's emollient skin turned red and Petrov's fingers appeared as pinko fantasm, one on each side. They seemed to spread Rachel's boldness themselves.

Kim crawled out from underneath her baby, still mostly covered in Petrov's cum.

"Let me, Petrov. It's not against the plan if I help my sister, right ? We work together to service the plan."Kim said almost brightly, and certainly with conviction.

Petrov was silent as Kim eased between Rachel and Petrov and stuck her look into Rachel's ass. Rachel was in blackguard, bend at an awkward angle, and she fell forward, catching herself with her outstretched arms, ass still pointed skyward, as if a attracter pulled it to the sky.

Kim was lapping and probing with her tongue at a hurried step. To my centre Kim looked to be enjoying having her clapper in her sister's ass. Rachel's eyes were big with the pleasurable sensation as Kim's tongue wormed its way deeper and deeper.

"Ahhhhhhh"Rachel gasped out as she eased herself onto all 4, dog-like in both her spatial relation and the way she her breaths began to come in trouser and gasps.

Kim used Rachel's hips as levers and pulled her grimace tightly into her sister's welcoming ass.

"Oh, God, Kim !'Rachel exclaimed

Kim relentless lapped and swirled and flicked her tongue into her sister's gradually relaxing sphincter. I watched as Rachel began to push back, trying to facilitate Kim's tongue retrieve its way deeper into her plastered small golf hole.

"Ah ! Ah ! Ah !"came the sound of Rachel's approaching orgasm.

Without warning, Petrov grabbed Kim by the pilus, threw her aside and grunted out

"Enough."

In one motion that belied all that should stimulate been possible, Petrov used one deal to gather Rachel into a hunched over, rag-doll limp position, with her shapely and now red ass at turncock level. His early hand quickly guided his cock into position and he thrust into Rachel

"YAAAAAAAAAAAHHH. NOOOOOOO !"

Rachel screamed as her slopped bunghole was violated with no additional warning. She instantly transformed from ragdoll hobble to rigid, as if she were being electrocuted.

My orientation shifted and I could see that Petrov's tool had found dwelling and was buried about one third of the way into Rachel's butthole. That tiny orifice was painfully stretched and distorted. It was a shock to see something so boastfully in that hole. Rachel was squirming and fighting to be sick the rod spreading her painfully apart.

"Oh, yes, whore ! That feels good ! You are going to draw this workplace aren't you ?"

Rachel was had her mouth open in a silent sidesplitter and her eyes were both wide and wet with tears.

"solution me, whore !'Petrov said as he pushed himself a few inch deeper.

"OWWWWWWW ! Yes ! Yes ! I'm going to make it act ! Oh, delight Petrov, enough ! enough ! Take it out ! You're splitting me apart !"

"You knew the price, whore."

Petrov released his peter, and grabbed Rachel by her rose hip and instead of thrusting, pulled her into him. I could see Petrov's gloomy shaft disappear into Rachel's perfect, ashen ass ; the dividing line in colors suggesting evil violating practiced.

"Owwwww !"Please ! No more than ! Petrov ! You're too big !'Rachel chocked out, her own sobs of botheration fighting with her pleas for mercy.

Petrov continued to sink deeper into Rachel. It seemed like it took 10, 20, 30 secondment for the entire duration to eat up itself fully in Rachel's bowl. Rachel fought to decompress, but it was like trying to fight back the lunar time period coming in. The pain seemed to issue forth from everywhere and Rachel was overwhelmed by it.

"No ! plosive consonant ! Please ! Please ! There is a limitation, Petrov ! There is a bound !'

Petrov completely ignored her as her began to withdraw. Kim crawled quickly to her sister's straw man and lay on the story beside her. Kim wormed underneath Rachel so they were case to face.

"It will be fine, Rachel ! I'm here ! It will be fine !"she said with as much reassurance as she could muster.

With that the baby began to buss passionately, and very enthusiastically. For a moment it was if the ravishment on Rachel's ass was not happening.

Petrov began to tug back into Rachel

"You're a full whore !"You knew the Mary Leontyne Price !"

Petrov said as he pushed back into Rachel, his finger white with the force he used to dig them into Rachel's hips.

Rachel's eyes that had been closed under the kissing influence of her sister, jerked clear in bother, once again.

"OWWWWW ! Too big ! Please take it out !"

‘ This isn't really'I thought ‘ This can't be real."

The baby began kissing frantically. The slurping and smacking sound growing louder and louder as the missy'animal instinct began to get command.

Petrov was buried balls deep in Rachel's distended ass practically quicker this time and the look on his face suggested his delight matched Rachel's pain.

"squawk, you are so tight ! This is why the plan will work !"

The Russian pulled back again and then pushed in, harder this time. He shivered as he began to bottom out, and I noticed I was rubbing my own very intemperate erection.

Rachel relaxed some, her ass becoming used to the girth inside her. But, she was still in obvious pain, wincing each time Petrov pushed in and the bottomed out.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes, whore ! This feels so good ! Do you wish have a Russian pecker up you ass ?"

"Ow. Please, Petrov. Hurry ! It hurts !"came her solution

"hastiness ? ! Came the Russian's grunted out reply. He was still enjoyed the feeling of Rachel's ass squeezing his large cock.

Rachel sensing she had said something faulty

"I want you to cum, Petrov !"she moaned out, her hurting removing all augury of attempted solicitousness from her works.

"Yes, whore. Cum, I will"he said groaning it out as he ground his hips into Rachel's ass, trying to beat back his member just a piddling father into her bowels.

Rachel jumped in pain, but said nothing, fearing her words would provoke more pain.

Petrov turned himself loose now, pistoning in and out a step that should not have been potential. Rachel just grunted now, as their hips would run across. They made an unusually aloud slapping speech sound and Petrov began a mantra, timed to the motions of the fuck he was giving Rachel's backdoor.

Slap !

"You knew the monetary value !"

Slap !

"You knew the price !

smacking !

Faster and faster he began to thrust. Rachel was now doing her beneficial to lose herself in the buss of her Sister and the raw love they were creating, but the bother was evident. Rachel's eye stayed open now and each time Petrov bottomed out I could see a cry of botheration in her bluing, wet, orbs.

My own ass started to burn in sympathy. Each thrust of Petrov's caused me a jolt of pain and Rachel's optic would bug out for an instant.

"This isn't real number !"I thought"It isn't real !'

"It isn't actual"echoed a voice nearby"It isn't real, Ron !"ejaculate on !'

The part sounded familiar and my mind began to displume away from the vista below me.

"Ron ! It's not tangible ! stir up up !'said the voice more urgently.

Fog seemed to lift and I realized the voice belonged to Tasha.

"Ron ! It's just a aspiration ! Wake up !"

Tasha said with much more concern that I was thinking was necessary. I was OK after all. It was Kim and Rachel who were being raped.

"Wake up !"she said again and a little light popped in my head. I was dreaming !

My eyes flew heart-to-heart and were filled with the mint of Tasha's flaming red tomentum and bottle-green eyes.

She let out a gasp of assuagement, leaned in, and enveloped me in a hug. This lasted just a moment, then she was above me again, ira in her fount and voice.

"Don't you ever do that to me, again !"she said as her eye began to pluck up

"Wha…Huh, Do ? Do w.what ?"I said trying to shake the cobwebs out of my creative thinker and get fully into this world.

"Scare me like that !"came the reply with much More emotion that I thought a dream should deserve.

"You've been out for almost a 1 ½ days ! And now you were thrashing about, like you were having a seizure. You started yelling out about whores and a plan. You were dreaming ! Having a nightmare ! But, you wouldn't wake up !

"What ?"

I said very flurry. The tart and the plan were from the dreaming, but why was Tasha here ?

"A day and a half ?"I was able to get out.

"Yeah ! I've been fighting with Kim and Rachel to get you to the medico, but they said ‘ No ’. They insisted that you wouldn't want to screw up the plan."

‘ Yeah.'I thought ‘ That sounds right-hand. We have to serve the programme'

"Why was I out for so long ?"I asked still trying to get fully back from the Sandman's world.

"Because you're fucking read/write head isn't as hard as I thought it was."she said angrily.

Oh, yeah. That made sentience. I hit my headspring when we staged the accident. I hit it backbreaking. What was the last thing I remembered ? I tried to get my mind working and slowly the gears started to bend.

"Facebook."I said

"Huh ?"Tasha said, looking more confounded than I felt.

"The last thing that I remember is arguing with Rachel about Facebook."

Tasha looked on, waiting for me to continue.

"Then I went to bed, I think. Have I been out since then ?

"Rachel didn't say anything about Facebook. She said after you guys got back from crashing Rachel's car, you talked to Kim, called your boss, threw up, and went to bed."

That sounded right.

"You know you have a crashing concussion, asshole !"

That turned my cerebration to my headspring. I was expecting that thought to open the door for annoyance to enter and the throb to begin again. To my relief and surprise, my head did not pulse. It hurt some, but all in all, I felt OK.

"My head doesn't hurt any more."I said a bit weakly, not wanting to dispute her, but trying to extend a little reassurance. It seemed to puncture her anger.

"That's a good mark. Let me see your eyes."

Tasha leaned in very close to look at my eyes. I could see only her beautiful face and those stupefy eyes. I began to study them and could see piffling flecks of gold that I had never noticed before.

"You have beautiful eyes."

Tasha pulled back and with a grin

"If you're able to coquet with me, then you're fine. If you have a hard on, then I'm sure of it."

She reached down, cupped my Johnson, and I jumped.

"hard-on. Check. instinctive reflex are secure and your schoolchild are the same size. I think the danger is probably passed."

I looked at her and my judgement drifted back to my dream. What the fuck was that all about ? Petrov and some design ? The young lady not afraid of him ? The girls willingly letting him abuse them ? I felt my vexation ticking up, and shook the thoughts from my head.

"Where's Rachel ? I asked changing the subject in my head.

"She and Kim went grocery shopping"

"What !"I shouted"Rachel.."

"Easy ! Easy ! I know. I tired to lecture them out of it. But, Rachel was going bustle crazy. She's wearing an ugly browned wig, sunglasses, baggy textile, and they are going up to Brighton to shop."

The epinephrin surge passed and my heart rate slowed.

"It's still not wise. We need to get Rachel up into the mountains, to her uncle's cabin."

Tasha just nodded. I was fully awake now and started to notice Tasha. She was in a loose blouse, and as she was knack over me, my eyes drifted that way. She caught me.

"Didn't you get enough of these the other day ?"Tasha said standing up and grinning.

"Nope. Those are truly spectacular. I could never get tired of them."

The pipe dream I just had was fading, but the erecting that it had caused was not.

An wicked grin spreadhead across her face as she reached down and lifted her blouse up, over, and off in one deliberate apparent movement.

"I kind of liked the way you test drove them. Maybe you would care them for another spin ?"

I was wondering if I was still dreaming as Tasha reached behind her back and began to unfasten her Edward Douglas White Jr. bra.

My doorbell rang. We both looked at each early with the Sami affright in our heart and question on our sass. I just stimulate my head at the unasked question. Tasha hurriedly put her blouse back on, as I looked out the window. It was a guy dressed in a cheap, well broken in suit. I shrugged at Tasha and headed out the door and down step. She did not follow.

I got to the room access, pulled it outdoors, and looked out at the man on my stoop.

"Good afternoon, sir. Are you Ron ?

"Yeah"I answered warily

"My figure is Detective Reynolds and I would care to mouth to you about your ex-wife, Rachel."

I put a quizzical looking at on my human face, opened the door, and an invited him in. We sat and the police detective did not ware any fourth dimension with pleasantries.

"You know about Rachel, correct ?"

When I nodded he continued.

"What do you have intercourse about the night Rachel died ?"

I was caught a little off guard. I hadn't had time to rehearse my story in my head. I took a deep breath and gave him a non-committal answer.

"Only what I heard from Kim."

He didn't reach me much time to reorganize as he immediately followed up, really not even allowing me time to go on, had I not been stalling.

"Which is ?"

"Rachel was involved in some kind of car accident. There was a ardour and……"

I let my part trail off, feigning a unspeakable optic, but really just not wanting to say something incriminating.

"When did you concluding see Rachel ?"

Man, he was pushing hard. This was not a effective mark. I fought with myself as panic made an appearance in the rear of my intellect.

I hesitated just a instant before replying. I had anticipated this question, but did not want to blunder out out my answer.

"It was at Kim's birthday party. Kim, Rachel's sister, turned 21 two Saturdays ago. We were all out at night club Regina to celebrate."

"That was the last time ?"

"We're divorced, detective. Before that it had been several weeks, and then it was just to see her across the street with some guy."

"You don't know who he was ?"

"No, I don't."

"Rachel was your ex-wife, even off ?

"Yeah, I just said that"letting aggravator spook into my voice. I was trying to push back in a passive-aggressive way. It seemed to turn a little, as the next question was a bit softer.

"How did the divorce go ?"

"Detective, what the hell does that matter ?"I said, angrily. I needed to get this guy to impart me some data, so I added one of my own

"Why all the enquiry ?"

"Rachel's accident was funny, in my opinion."

Interesting alternative of Good Book I thought.

"Suspicious, how ?"

"There was an accelerant used in the vehicle."

"An accelerant ?"I asked

"That's a substance used to make sure a blast gets going and consumes more of the surroundings ?"

"Detective, I work with Dr. Syygo over at the break of day morgue. I know what an accelerant is. What was used ?"

"Gasoline. A lot of it."

I did a mental gulp. I knew I had used too much.

"Detective, what do you mean an accelerant was used ? I thought Rachel crashed her car."

"Yeah, there was definitely a clash. But, the car was really burnt up"he answered, a bit defensively. He went on with his questioning.

"I've talked to Kim, and she says that Rachel was in the substance abuse of carrying gas for the lawn mower in the car."

That choice of phrasing,"in the habit"was also interesting. Either Kim had a made a misapprehension with the story or the detective was fishing.

"Habit ?"I asked surprised"When we were married, I always got the gas for the lawn mower.

"And you used to behave it in the car ?"

"How else to you get it from the gas station to plate ?"I said allowing a little additional anger to fawn in. This guy was definitely fishing, trying to make me angry so I would blurt out something stupid. I was maintaining calm, but he needed to reckon he was getting to me.

"You misunderstand me. Where in the car did you express it ?"

I don't think there was any mistake. He was hoping I would mention the backseat.

"Well"I said in a tone that suggested he was asking what two plus two was,"in the proboscis, where else ?"

"We found an receptive gas can in the back seat"

"Listen, detective. Rachel wasn't the piercing knife in the drawer, but there is no way she would carry an open air container of gas in the punt stern. She would be too worried about the smell."

"The feeling ?

I chuckled

"Rachel understands that gas burns, but she would have been much more concerned that it would receive made her car feeling"

"So, you don't think there was any way she would contain gas in her backseat ?"

I was about to tread on dangerous ground. The saucy thing to say was No, and let the chronicle progress to the Russians. But, I still held on to the theory that maybe this could be written off as an accident

"Well, if the tree trunk was full, or if there was something in it she didn't want to risk getting smelly, she might put it in the back seat."

"Like what ?"

"Detective, I spent five years trying to figure out the way Rachel's mind works and then we called it quits. I'm giving you the best I got."

That steered the conversation back the way I thought the detective had wanted to go earlier.

"You never answered my question about the divorcement"

"I wasn't happy about it, and Rachel made it pretty difficult"

"How so ?"

"I had to pay her for full equity in our house, earn her car payment, keep open the life insurance policy participating for a class, and pay off her credit card. And then she drug the whole thing out for months with petty gimcrackery. They whole matter pisses me off when I think of it."

Damn ! I thought. He had gotten to me. The divorcement did piss me off and I had just given him a squeamish motive to kill Rachel.

"So you're not too broken up that she is gone ?"he said with the one-half smiling of man who likely had his own divorce story.

"I loved Rachel at one prison term. She was vain and obtuse, but I didn't care her any harm."

"So where were you at 1 AM on Mon good morning"

"Up in bed"I chin cocked

He looked like he was finishing up.

"Detective ? You didn't separate me which department you work for. Remember, I'm one of the good guy rope, too ?

"Homicide"he said with an odd twist in his voice.

"It's been ruled a homicide ? How's a car crash end up a homicide ?"

I was on shaky ground again. I have experience in the flow rate of paperwork on this sort of thing, so knowing about a"ruling"needing to be determined was OK. But, I'm not an investigator. So throwing out my view on car clangour and homicide, were at to the lowest degree approaching the line.

"Dr Syygo has not made that claim. I actually came on the scenery of the accident while I was off duty. I'm not officially on the case."

A yoke of things went quickly through my intellect, but I need to institute something fast.

"Dr. Syygo is making the yell !"I said excitedly

Kim had made sure that the clank happened in a place where the consistence would end up with Dr. Syygo. But, I was not supposed to know that. I was walking the job here.

"You didn't jazz ?"

"I talked to the doc very former Monday morning, when I heard. I called to give him the news about Rachel and let him have intercourse I wouldn't be in. I'm fighting off some bug and I was out of it all day yesterday. I only just got out of bed a little while ago"

I said all of this with a sentiency of excitement that I hoped sounded real.

"Look, detective. I need to call the doc and find out what's going on."

"This is a murder investigating, Ron. You don't need to be poking your nose in. You're involved on a personal level"

My heart skipped a pulsation when he said"involved ”, but then I realized he only meant that I was close to the case because she was my ex-wife.

"I thought you said it hadn't been ruled a homicide."

He said nothing, so I pressed.

"Then what has your back up, detective ?"

"It just experience funny to me. The car was definitely moving fast when it crashed into the tree diagram. But the amount of money of scathe done to the physical structure and the car. It just looked like a blowlamp job to me."

"You don't have tox or anything else back, yet ?"referring to the testing done to see if there was alcoholic beverage or drugs in her organisation, or any other forensic test to facilitate determine what had happened.

"No. just all the damage and the gas can in back."

I just gave him a half nod, and looked at him to make the next move.

"One to a greater extent question. Was Rachel seeing anyone ?"

"I'm not sure enough. I had mentioned to Kim that I saw Rachel with that guy I told you about a minute ago. When I described him, she said it was probably Petrov."

"Petrov ?"

"Some Russian guy, I guess. That's all she said"

"Would you recognize him ?"

"Maybe"I said not knowing what else to say. I was not even certainly I had even seen Petrov. The guy I had seen Rachel with, I had only assumed it was Petrov. This was before we had cooked up this plan. The sisters and I had not compared eminence or synchronized narration on this. It was leisurely to see how arduous it was to get away with murder, or like what we were doing. You just had so many lies to keep straight.

The investigator pulled out a 4 x 6 photo from a air hole and showed it to me.

The sight of this guy shot my heartbeat through the roof and I felt my typeface efflorescence. It was the guy in my dream. The girlfriend had called him Petrov in the dream. And he was the lawyer-like guy I had seen with Rachel. Seeing a photo of him, made it real and got me weak kneed.

"That's him !"I said a little more excitedly that I had tried for.

"Petrov Simkova. He's Russian mafia."He said flatly"Did you be intimate your ex-wife was involved with the Russian mafia ?"

"Involved ?"I said shocked"You make it sound like she was some form of mobster herself. I'm sure that if Rachel was with this guy, it was because he had money. Rachel likes the finer thing in animation. It was a big reason why we aren't together anymore"

He looked at me strangely for a second. Then he spoke.

"I got ta ask. You're OK lookin ’, in force than me"

I knew where this was going. I had gotten the enquiry dozens of times. You see people seem to pair up with those on the Saami attractiveness scale as them. So if you see a girlfriend that is an 8, you can bet her boyfriend will be no less than a 7. Or at least they would cause started out like that. Old married couples can bug out out at 7 and 7, but he goes downhill faster and you end up with 6 and 3. But, Rachel was a 10 and I was probably a 7, which likely meant I was a 6 ½. At least the fact that he was asking me this said he was prosperous with me. Maybe he's not as suspicious as I thought.

"Kim showed my some depiction of Rachel. She's a frigging rap out. How did you ever end up with a girl that looked like her ?"

"investigator, I'm not in the temper to render you the smart ass answers I have come with throughout the geezerhood. Rachel fell in making love with me. I have no idea why or how. I enjoyed seeing the look on the faces of guy wire like you while we were together. That alone probably kept me married an extra two years."

He half grinned, probably thinking he had overstepped a petty. He got up, didder my hand, and we exchanged our bye-bye. Then he was gone.

‘ nooky'I thought"I'm glad that is over."

"You did good"I heard a vocalisation from behind me.

I jumped and yelled. It was Tasha. I had completely forgotten she was here.

"Dammit !"I snapped at her"Don't do that !"

Tasha just grinned.

"well, it is assuring to hump that you are on edge, just like the relief of us. You acted like you had ice water system in your veins."

"It sounded OK to you ?"I asked calming down

"Yeah, it did. Kimmy and I talked on the dark you guys crashed the car and it sounds like you Guy are on the like page. But, Kimmy didn't say Rachel was always carrying around gas. It sounded like that guy made that up."

"Did Kim separate the copper about Rachel dating Petrov ?"

"Yeah, I wasn't there, but when the pig came over the second clock time, she said she told them about Rachel dating a Russian guy"

"Second time ?"I said before I remembered the police detective had said he spoke to Kim.

"Yeah, Kim said a investigator came to see her yesterday. Must have been this guy. I got the mental picture that it went OK."

"I hope she didn't get into too much detail"

Tasha shrugged her shoulders and then I watched as her blouse once again came up, over, and off. This time there was no bra and Tasha's delicious D cup danced and jiggled from Tasha's arm machinations. The tight knots that used to be her areolas pointed at me and called me in. They were asking for me to breastfeed on them. Those melon vine needed to be handled. My hard on jump back into my trouser as I heard Tasha say.

"Now where were we ?"

I closed the distance with both middle on Tasha's thorax. The subtle lift and fall of her breasts barely registered. My only thought was feeling the exercising weight of them in my hands and of having my tongue caress one of her little cherry gumdrops.

The sound of my garage doorway opener activating, broke the while. I looked up as Tasha turned to witness her bra and shirt.

This had to be the young woman returning from shopping. Tasha's luscious boobs would birth to look. It was time to get back on the same pageboy and start to serve the plan.

To be continued……