Kim and I drove in silence the 15 proceedings it took to get to north sunup. I was disappointed to see street lights illuminating this rural street where we planned to crash Rachel's car. But, there was zero 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 lighter would actually delay notice of the fire. I could hope. My stomach didn't think anything was going right at all. My brainpower was starting to agree. I was beginning to think furiously about how to get out of this mess.

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

The following morning, after I had gone out, I returned to retrieve the sis, bound, naked, and telling a tale of a Russian mobster out to kill them. The apparently unarmed mobster had fled when he heard me take out up, but promised to be back. He was under the impression that Rachel, who was dating another Russian gangster, 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 take the incrimination.

The dame concocted a design to make Rachel disappear, by having her seem to die in a car accident. We, the sister, plus Kim's best friend, the delectable red-head, Tasha, had stolen a body, taken dental x-rays, and covered the theft via deceitful paperwork and a cremation. It had been one Hell of a in use workweek.

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

Well, not at this picky point in clip. I know why at this spot in time my cock has crawled up inside, and is hiding. Sex was the last matter on my brain as I put my car in commons and got out. Rachel had done the same in her car. Kim got out of the passenger side of my car. Rachel's passenger did zero. 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 cobbler's last chance to bid it quits"

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

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

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

I opened the car threshold and drug Dead Rachel out.

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

We eased her into the driver's seat and I could find that Dead Rachel had on a bra. The sister had dressed the remains in Rachel's material earlier this eve and for some rationality the bra struck me as funny.

"You guys but a bra on her ?"

Rachel answered with no mood

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

I shook my promontory as I walked back to my car to retrieve the gas lavatory. I was really discerning about this next part. As a issue of fact this was clearly in the stupid category. I took the small gallon gas can, put in on the base 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 worried. I took the five gal can and began to saturated Dead Rachel and the entire back buns and floor. I left about a gal in it and put it back in my car.

"OK"I started"Let's go over this one to a greater extent time"

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

"We get in your car and ride down to the tree and common after the turn."started Kim

"After the car clank, I grab the gas can and the igniter and headland 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 vacate bum with the rest of the gasoline and light it"continued Rachel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The ladies were tacit

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

"mulct"she said with a grin"I'll just make sure I never see you again."

Rachel and I had a stormy marriage of five long time. It ended in divorce to a lesser extent 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 full looking. I'm OK looking, but strictly B-list material. The biggest quiver I got out of our marriage was seeing the look 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 polish off that, when we get home"she announced with her oculus getting misty.

Kim is attractive in her own right, but she pales in comparison to Rachel. I mean Kim is very pretty and never lacked for manlike attention. But, Rachel shines. Still when you started to compare ‘ function'you wonder why Kim would cease second. She had nicer branch, firmer titty, and a bitchy ingenuousness 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 automobile. I turned on the ignition system, and the car surged to life. I half expected an burst. The smell of gas was overpowering. I thought about rolling down a window, but in the cold night air, I thought that might look untrusting when the accident investigator arrived.

I looked up and watched as my car made the play a quarter mile down the road, and stopped about 20 railyard past the curve in the route. The lights went out. They were ready.

My inwardness was beating about a million heartbeat per indorsement and my head word was swimming because of the gas. I buckled myself in. Can't forget that, and God bless the man that invented airbags. I was counting on the one in front of me to redeem me from injury.

This afternoon I had fashioned a joystick that I would use to wedge the gas pedal to the base. I had brought it out with me from my car, and I now used it to enforce the Pteridium aquilinum pedal, so I could strike the car out of gear. It was harder than I thought and I got gas all over my shoulder as I used it for leverage 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 repulse, and we began to move forward. I took a deep, but much polluted breath and worked the Acceleration Stick onto the foot lever and pushed it down. The car jumped as the fuel injectors did their job. The car was picking up swiftness faster than I expected.

I was trying to steer, wedge the joystick into the seat, and not get anymore gas on me all at the same clip.

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

I looped the leather shoulder strap of the acceleration pin around my right radiocarpal joint as I focused on keeping this missile pointed towards the Tree that guarded the angle of the turn ahead. I was starting to get very lightheaded. I had really undervalue how knock-down the petrol smell would be. I briefly question if there was enough oxygen.

The car was doing 40 and the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was starting to brood big.

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

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

I remember exactly two matter before I blacked out. I remembered yanking the Acceleration marijuana cigarette out of place and I remember thinking

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

Then it was dark.




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

"Thank God !"someone familiar spirit said, but I was not awake enough to put a face to the articulation. My eyes were no help, because I had not opened them yet.

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

The fog started to clear and with her next Christian Bible I realized that it was Rachel in the room with me.

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

I heard the audio of running feet as I tried to get into a sitting position. A rush of pain filled my frontal bone and I felt like I was going to throw away up. I let Rachel ease me back down to the bed.

"Easy, Ron. You're got a nice excrescence on your header"Rachel said as I saw Kim appear at the doorway.

Kim's face was a mixture of promise and concern. I saw relief take over her face when she looked over at me.

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

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

Even before the news were out, I could tell by the snide tone in Rachel's voice that she was going to say something derogatory.

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

The reality flooded back in and my heart skipped a beat

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

"Slow down !"said Kim with echt worry."I think everything is fine. You hit that tree at what looked like 100 mph. I was for certain you were dead. We went rushing over to you and care 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 match and there was a vast 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 Adrenalin ; I think we were lucky to commemorate to get you."

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

"How long was I out ?"

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

I might have a concussion I thought. My head damn 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 cops are going to show up at the savoir-faire on Rachel's driver's permission. That isn't here. Kim, you have to play the office of the clueless and then grieving sister, when they show up. At 3 AM good boys and missy are phone 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 stick around hidden until we can get you up to your uncle's cabin. I guess the less you are out in public the better. So, yeah, you should rest here."

I said finally getting into a sitting position. I felt a footling better.

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

My head teacher hurt too much to argue. 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 skipper bathroom.

I was in and out in five seconds. If my bladder was signaling anything, the pounding in my oral sex was drowning it out. I produced a Imperial gallon Ziploc bag with a toothbrush and hairbrush.

The babe looked at each early and then looked at me.

"I used these on the numb torso. The police might ask for something to get DNA from. establish them these. Don't give them any cloths. Tell them all the laundry was just done, so there is zilch dirty."

Kim took the bag from my hand.

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

"Anything else ?"Kim asked with full attention.

"Yeah. Change in to PJs and go to bed. It won't look good 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 friends and she was not home yet. give 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 exact words. OK ?"

"OK"she echoed

"Then you are on your own with the emotional stuff. Crying works really well. Let them do as much talking as possible. They won't want to quell any farsighted than they have to, but they won't leave until they know you are all right. They might offer a grief councilor. Just ignore that and secern them you need to forebode me, as I am her ex-husband. I'll offer to amount over and you tell the police I am on my way. They should impart either shortly thereafter, or they might await until I actually get there."

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

"No, but you smell like gas."

"OK. exhibitor for me. stuff the cloth in a bag and well get rid of them. Kim, you need to get going."I ordered.

I leaned in and kissed Kim.

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

I went into the lav and got out of my smelly cloths. Rachel came in and took them from me. I figured she would leach the bed where I was lying and wash a cargo of clothes.

I turned on the exhibitor and got in. The hot water felt good, but it hurt to throw it hammering on my caput. I eased myself into the flow of the water and the painfulness gradually dulled to shudder. I relaxed and started to feel somewhat dear.

With the painful sensation not fighting so hard for my attention, persuasion of what I had just done and what was to come started to pussyfoot in. nooky ! I wonder how bad the fire was. I was starting to recollect that I used way too often petrol and that there was no way anyone would think it an accident. Even the write up we cooked up that Rachel was getting gas for the lawn mower, to explicate gasoline in the car, was sounding lame.

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

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

"Yeah. I'm coming out"

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

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

"How's it going to front if I go over to your place in fresh material and freshly showered ? I'm not even going to comb my hairsbreadth. The messier the better."

Rachel nodded and then asked

"Now what ?"

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

"Kim's tough. I'm not interest about her at all"Rachel said plainly

Her overconfidence surprised me, but I did not debate. Instead I went downstairs and turned on the TV. mightiness as well get comfortable.

The auditory sensation of my telephone woke me and I nearly screamed.

I swallowed by heart and stopped myself from picking up after the kickoff band. Better if I was fumbling in the dark, being awaken from a sound sleep.

I picked up on third ring.

"Hello ?"I answered thickly

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

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

"Nothing. ! Easy, OK. I just don't know if I'm a good enough actress ! Christ ! My stomach is in a fucking greyback !"

I swallowed and counted to three.

"So what did they say ?"

Rachel was by my incline, leaning in to listen.

"It went about like you said it would. They asked if Rachel was habitation. I told them she went out clubbing and wasn't home. Then they asked if Rachel owned a Toyota with a particular permit act. I didn't know Rachel license 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 accident and that Rachel's car was involved. I asked if Rachel was OK and they said that the driver had been killed. I burst into split and asked them if they were certainly 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 torso 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 call someone to be with me and when I nodded my head again, they left"

I let out an audible intimation that Kim misunderstood for a audio of disapproval.

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

"Nothing ! Nothing ! You were corking ! I'm just so relieved !"

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

"Did you shed existent tears"I asked

"Yeah"

"Then you………"

I never finished the judgment of conviction, because in the side by side jiffy I was throwing up all over the floor.

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

Rachel took the telephone set from me.

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

I found my voice.

"I'm OK"I tried to go confident, but I was not sure how all right field I was. I was sure I had a concussion.

"Kim said she's coming over"

"NO !"I shouted. Which was a mistake. My belly lurched again, but nothing came out."She needs to delay put."

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

"Rachel, tell Kim to ride out put. You and I will hole up here. Ask her what she thinks about calling Tasha to make out to detain with her."

Rachel relayed my information and the two young lady went back and Forth River. It sounded like Kim was loth to call Tasha at this hour. But, when Rachel suggested it would sound perfectly normal if she ( Rachel ) had really been killed, Kim agreed. I wondered if Tasha would be so genial.

Rachel hung up and gave me my sound. She went to the can and I heard water running. She came back and began to cleanse up my quite a little. I was going to object, but I didn't think I could twist over to clean it up.

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

"You should try to get some sleep. 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 make. I had to let Dr Syygo know what had happened and that I would not be in. My tour to act.

I found his contact and made the birdcall. It went as well as could be hoped. My headache and lack of sleep undoubtedly helped with my acting acquirement. It was a short call. The doc did not even ask for any inside information. That kind of surprised me. I knew Dr. Syygo carried a torch for my ex-wife. I figured he would be very worry in the item. But, truth be told, I was super relieved when I was able to quickly get the conversation over with. His finale words were"take all the metre you need ”. I hung up the phone.

"Ron. Let me use your phone. I hate that you made me will my pocketbook and everything in my car. What deviation does it create ?"

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

"I just want to check Facebook."Rachel replied with a tone that said ‘ What do you consider I am, pudding head ?'

"No Facebook either. You have to start sustenance as Rachel Leah Old Hickory ; that new figure you and Petrov came up with."I said

Petrov was the Russian mobster that got us into this mess. He was the one who stole money from the Russian mob, and let Rachel take the incrimination for it. But, he had also gotten Rachel fake newspaper publisher so they could start a new life together. That was before he double-crossed her and took the money.

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

The combination of my concussion and the limit quietus had me out pretty straightaway. The next thing I knew I was hearing strait from downstairs. I was still groggy and really out of it, but I was sure these sound were not convention. I got up to investigate.

I listened as I walked, taking care to realize as short noise as possible. For some grounds, I thought it important not to let whoever was downstairs know I was awake. As I approached my own bedroom doorjamb I heard a voice, pass, and speaking evenly.

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

What the hell was Kim doing here ? She was supposed to be at her house. She could inadvertently lead the police to Rachel and spoiling everything.

I took a few more timid stairs, entering the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and selecting a course towards the stairs.

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

Rachel had said she was going to bed. And who the sin are they talking to ? persona of an solvent came with the adjacent voice.

"Sorry does not matter. What matter is what you do."The ‘ what'came out like ‘ vhat ’. This manly 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 psyche of the stairs. I did not know what I was going to do, but the girls were with a Russian and that could not be good news.

‘ You whores want to stay with the plan."Continued the Russian in an even voice.

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

‘ What the piece of ass ?'I thought. ‘ Kim doesn't strait like she is in fuss. What the snake pit is going on ?'

I reluctantly and slowly started down the stairs. I descended four steps without noise. These stairs always creaked and it would take a miracle for the Russian not to learn me. But, I had to see what was going on. My very next step was answered with a flash groan from the stair stride 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 footmark and the stairs groaned again. The Russian was in mid-sentence when the stair had groaned and I frozen again ; expecting him to stop and hear. But, he never missed a beat.

"Yes. You will do better. And we will see how you do dependable, proper now."

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

"Kim, get on your human knee and service me. You aren't specific fond of hammer sucking"

I finished squatting down and could now see what was going on. I expected to see some Russian mobster. I did not expect to accredit him, but I did ! After Rachel and I divorced we did not keep open in contact. Once, a few workweek after the paper 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 face once again, I wasn't sure who to find dreary for.

I shifted my gaze. Kim and Rachel were standing face by English in the heart of the bread and butter elbow room, looking at the Russian who was standing about three feet in battlefront of them. They were wearing superposable black electron tube tops, which made their skin spirit pale. Their lower halves where clad in only small smutty panty. Both sisters were in black high hound. Neither ma'am looked to be distressed or worried. Their posture was like they were talking to the school principle.

The Russian, as well as the girlfriend were in visibility, and he was dressed in Shirley Temple as well. nous to toe black. He had on a fateful case that fit him well. A black shirt, with a pitch-dark tie. Black loafers hid what I presumed to be Shirley Temple socks. The sole alteration of gloss was his physique timbre face and hands.

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

"No. I don't like to have snow line. I prefer to eat pussy. I'll do it to make you happy."

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

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

"Put your manpower behind your back, whore."

Kim looked at him with surprise and headache competing for ascendence of her human face. Maybe it was fearfulness. But, she moved both helping hand to the minor of her back and interlocked her fingers.

The Russian took one retentive step towards Rachel, reached behind her head and grabbed a handful of her blond ignition lock. He pulled her violently towards him and Rachel stumbled forward without crying out. He pulled her in close and kissed her toilsome. Rachel struggled ever so slightly, but then relented and accepted his spit into her mouth and began to kiss him back.

With a pull of her hair the Russian broke their kiss and looked at her with an iniquity glare.

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

"Y..yes. I…."

Her prison term was interrupted as the Russian ripped her tubing top completely off.

"Petrov !"she gasped

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

"Help your sister. Take my tool 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 hassle. But, what was he doing here ? And why did the fille not appear to be afraid ?

Rachel leaned over to abide by. Her two hands shook as she undid his belt ammunition and then unfastened his pants. The pants and his underwear were down to mid thigh in the next moment. The Russian's member jutted out, and seemed to take up the all way. It was turgid ; in the vicinity of 10 inches and as think as Kim's wrist. The organ was unnaturally dark, like it had been dyed or used to belong to a black man.

I looked over at Kim for a reaction and I saw her eyes go all-inclusive with concern and fear. I was no where near this turgid and judging from her side, Kim was thinking the same thing.

The Russian had not released Rachel fuzz and he pulled her back to a full standing billet. He slapped her arms away from her C cup breasts and Rachel's implements of war dropped to her side.

Rachel's breast are perfect. They are whitish white, with a suggestion of tan lines. The ring of color are brown-pink and normally the size of a tail. Both white meat pouted upward, seemingly asking to be sucked. Both globe glistened with sweat and her nipple were scrounged up into the tightest nautical mile I had ever seen. Her tits had never looked this enticing.

I was hard as a rock-and-roll. Seeing Rachel's tits usually did that for me, but seeing them in this state of rousing was More than Bruno of Toul could take, even given the spot. . I watched as Petrov looked down on Kim. She was just staring at his large cock. She looked frightened.

"sucking, bitch"Pertrov commanded

"Please, Petrov. Go leisurely. It..it's so big."She said in a meek voice 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 work"

My petty Kim is not prone to taking society in any destiny, but she immediately opened her mouth and took Petrov's erection into her sass. She slowly moved her head back and Forth, sucking and slurping audibly. This did goose egg to help my hard on and I watched as a commodity part of the Russian's phallus disappeared and reappeared as Kim bobbed obediently.

Kim was only taking about half of Petrov's pipe organ and his patients quickly wore thin.

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

With that he grabbed her by that cover of head and pulled her in closer, jamming another dyad of inches of his stopcock into Kim. Kim looked panicky for a second, choking on the sum in her pharynx, but she relaxed and began bobbing again.

"That's better"Petrov said his face shifted to a satisfied smirk and the enraptured smell on his face told me he was now lots happier with Kim. He closed his eyes, and took a few seconds to enjoy the attention his Hammond organ was receiving.

Kim was trying to observe as much control as possible. But, her hired hand were behind her back and the Russian's hair hold gave him complete control condition of the pace. All Kim could do was try to take More and more of the Russian and keep back him from burying his rod to the hilt in frustration.

With each cam stroke Kim was taking More and more essence into her throat. I looked into her middle and saw that fear had been replaced by determination. I had no question she would swallow his entire cock soon.

Suddenly the Russian's heart flew assailable, like something had broken the trance holding him to his swarm in heaven. He his head whipped towards Rachel.

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

Rachel stepped closer, stopped, and waited for him to bend down. Petrov was a base or so grandiloquent, so Rachel's luscious eyeball were a full two substructure below his waiting oral fissure. To both our surprisal Petrov reached behind Rachel, grabbed her underwear and lifted her off her feet by them.

"Owww !"she screamed as her panties dug into her sonant tissues.

Rachel writhed in pain and began to thump Petrov with her fists. Her gust, landing on his neck and shoulders, had the result of a mosquito on a bear.

"Petrov ! No ! please ! Put me down ! That hurts ! Please ! she screamed as she continued to struggle and push.

Petrov ignored her pleas of pain and her harmless attack. The instant Rachel's breast was near he inhaled the cerise into his mouth. Rachel screamed again as he bit down on her breast meat.

"Owwwwwwww ! Petrov, please !"

His only response was to pull her in tightly to him, mashing her breast into his boldness.

Rachel now placed both handwriting on his broad shoulders and used them to need as very much weight was she could off of the wedgie trying to split her in two.

Petrov alternated quickly between biting and sucking. He had a flavour of pure delight on his boldness, lost completely in the feeling of the breast in his mouth, and the mouth around his cock.

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

Petrov released his prize to assail the other and managed to grunt out

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

He latched onto her other titty 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 difficulties. Her mouth was distorted both by the package inside it, and her own efforts to conform to it. This made it was severe to state if Kim was worried or determined. Her wide oculus were closed, trying to fleck out what was happening. They remained that way for only another second.

They jerked afford as Petrov spoke.

"Thomas More, cunt !'

Kim had not yet achieved full deep throat and knew immediately that she was about to, regardless of her own desires or abilities.

I was certainly I knew what was coming, but Petrov added a pull. With his firm hairhold in the back of Kim's head, he anchored Kim's body and pushed the entire duration of his member deep down Kim's throat.

He had begun this intrusion when Kim had pulled most of the way out and he began an almost agonizingly slowly footstep of violating Kim. As each inch entered her mouth, I could see her throat dandy with the usurpation. I was amazed that Kim was not fighting this tooth and nail. contrary to that belief she was doing her best to bear this and continue to be Petrov's fuck toy.

"Ahhhhhhh ! Yes ! That's a right little fancy woman !"he said as he completed the stroke and earth his fork into Kim's face.

With that he appeared to focus all drive on enjoying the sisters'bodies. He began to aggressively face-fuck Kim, while both biting and sucking on Rachel's breasts.

"No ! Please ! Owwww ! came another cry of pain sensation. He moved from one to the other, outset sucking on a pap, then biting it. He would tire of one ball and move to the next.

Kim for her part was trying not to panic, but I could see the trace of it appear on her face. A couple of crying escaped and ran down her buttock as Petrov'grimace fucking continued. Petrov would take his harmonium half way out and then bear on it back down Kim's throat with no thought. Only his animalistic desire was to be considered at this degree.

At once he opened his mouth wide and clamped on to Rachel's tit and sucked deeply and I saw Rachel's eye's go astray in pain in the ass. Petrov pulled Kim back and she made a small smacking phone as his prick left her mouth.

Kim took a long, life enhancing breath as she looked up at the big Russian. Petrov held his stopcock like he was going to relieve himself and then shot a monolithic freight of his seed onto Kim's case. Kim jumped in shocked and squealed

"Ohhhh !"

His capacity was like nothing I had ever seen. His spurts exceeded an entire endorsement in length and came one after the former. Kim quickly had blank ooze all over face, chest, and whisker in seconds.

Petrov finished, released Rachel's teat and she began to unlax 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 underclothes down in to a normal position.

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

Rachel took one step towards the bathroom and Petrov added three words to his sentence.

"with your tongue"

Rachel's header jerked to look at Petrov.

"Please not that !"she begged

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

Rachel did not say another word. She walked over and knack at the waistline to start 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 handful of one exposed ass cheek.

"This is fine ! 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 words told me she knew what was to do.

In one motion Petrov ripped Rachel's panties from her body, exposing her private porta. Except for the Fuck-Me- Pumps, which greatly accentuated Rachel's ass, she was completely defenseless. And bend over like she was, completely vulnerable. Petrov took a unity step towards Rachel, with his correct hired hand guiding his shaft to Rachel's exposed little starfish.

In five years of spousal relationship, I had never gotten inside Rachel's back door. She hated anal sex. She thought it was contaminating and that it would bruise. Over the last workweek she had put that conviction aside and had allowed me a good deal access to this in demand pleasure. But, I was not nearly as prominent as Petrov and certainly not as thick. I was thinking that he was going to rip Rachel's apart. That thought was foremost in Rachel's head as well.

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

"You're whore sister swallowed me easily. I think you do not know what you are capable of."Petrov said matter-of-factly. His adjacent sentence was in his command voice.

"Now, fan out your ass."

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

belt ! The sound of Petrov's vauntingly helping hand on Rachel's bare ass echoed through out the room.

"Bitch. You expect me to tongue your filthy hollow !"

Rachel winced from the pain sensation, but quickly answered

"No ! I only…"

"You dullard slut. You are to service the plan ! The plan does not service you !"Petrov roared as he slapped Rachel's ass again.

Rachel jumped in pain, but was soundless this prison term.

I marveled as Rachel's cream hide turned red and Petrov's fingers appeared as pink apparitions, one on each side. They seemed to spread Rachel's cheeks themselves.

Kim crawled out from underneath her sister, 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 still as Kim eased between Rachel and Petrov and stuck her face into Rachel's ass. Rachel was in heels, bend at an awkward Angle, and she fell forward, catching herself with her outstretched arms, ass still pointed skyward, as if a magnet pulled it to the sky.

Kim was lapping and probing with her tongue at a festinate yard. To my eyes Kim looked to be enjoying having her tongue in her sister's ass. Rachel's centre 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 four, dog-like in both her position and the way she her breaths began to add up in gasp and gasp.

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

"Oh, God, Kim !'Rachel exclaimed

Kim relentless lapped and swirled and flicked her spit into her Sister's gradually relaxing sphincter. I watched as Rachel began to force back, trying to help Kim's tongue come up its way deeper into her tight little fix.

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

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

"Enough."

In one motion that belied all that should have been possible, Petrov used one helping hand to collect Rachel into a hunched over, rag-doll hobble position, with her shapely and now red ass at prick level. His other hired man quickly guided his peter into locating and he thrust into Rachel

"YAAAAAAAAAAAHHH. NOOOOOOO !"

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

My orientation shifted and I could see that Petrov's cock had found abode and was buried about one third gear of the way into Rachel's butthole. That tiny porta was painfully stretched and distorted. It was a shock to see something so large in that hole. Rachel was squirming and fighting to honk the rod spreading her painfully apart.

"Oh, yes, whore ! That flavor near ! You are going to take a shit this work aren't you ?"

Rachel was had her mouth receptive in a silent scream and her eyes were both spacious and wet with tears.

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

"OWWWWWWW ! Yes ! Yes ! I'm going to make it work ! Oh, please Petrov, enough ! Enough ! consider it out ! You're splitting me apart !"

"You knew the terms, whore."

Petrov released his cock, and grabbed Rachel by her rose hip and instead of thrusting, pulled her into him. I could see Petrov's colored cock disappear into Rachel's perfect, white ass ; the contrast in colouring suggesting evil violating respectable.

"Owwwww !"Please ! No more ! Petrov ! You're too big !'Rachel chocked out, her own sobs of pain in the neck fighting with her supplication for mercifulness.

Petrov continued to bury deeper into Rachel. It seemed like it took 10, 20, 30 moment for the entire distance to bury itself fully in Rachel's trough. Rachel fought to relax, but it was like trying to fight the tide coming in. The pain seemed to get from everywhere and Rachel was overwhelmed by it.

"No ! occlusion ! Please ! Please ! There is a limit, Petrov ! There is a point of accumulation !'

Petrov completely ignored her as her began to call in. Kim crawled quickly to her Sister's social movement and lay on the flooring beside her. Kim wormed underneath Rachel so they were face to face.

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

With that the sister began to osculate passionately, and very enthusiastically. For a minute it was if the assault on Rachel's ass was not happening.

Petrov began to press back into Rachel

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

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

Rachel's eyes that had been closed under the kissing influence of her babe, jerked open in pain, once again.

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

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

The babe began kissing frantically. The slurping and smacking sounds growing louder and louder as the girls'animal instinct began to guide command.

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

"kick, you are so miserly ! This is why the plan will work !"

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

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

"Ohhhhhhh, yes, whore ! This feels so in force ! Do you like have a Russian peter up you ass ?"

"Ow. Please, Petrov. hastiness ! It hurts !"came her resolution

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

Rachel sensing she had said something wrong

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

"Yes, cyprian. Cum, I will"he said groaning it out as he ground his articulatio coxae into Rachel's ass, trying to take his appendage just a little father into her bowels.

Rachel jumped in pain, but said aught, fearing her dustup would chevy to a greater extent pain.

Petrov turned himself loose now, pistoning in and out a pace that should not have been possible. Rachel just grunted now, as their hips would contact. They made an unusually loud slapping sound and Petrov began a mantra, timed to the motions of the nooky he was giving Rachel's backdoor.

smack !

"You knew the cost !"

Slap !

"You knew the cost !

Slap !

Faster and faster he began to hurtle. Rachel was now doing her best to fall behind herself in the kisses of her sis and the raw cacoethes they were creating, but the pain was patent. Rachel's eyes stayed open now and each fourth dimension Petrov bottomed out I could see a cry of pain in her blue, wet, orbs.

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

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

"It isn't real"echoed a vocalisation nearby"It isn't real, Ron !"Come on !'

The representative sounded comrade and my creative thinker began to pull away from the scene below me.

"Ron ! It's not substantial ! Wake up !'said the voice more urgently.

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

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

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

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

My eyes flew spread and were filled with the sight of Tasha's flaming red haircloth and bottle-green eyes.

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

"Don't you ever do that to me, again !"she said as her center began to shoot down up

"Wha…Huh, Do ? Do w.what ?"I said trying to judder the cobweb out of my mind and get fully into this world.

"panic attack me like that !"came the reply with very 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 ictus. You started yelling out about whores and a plan. You were dreaming ! Having a incubus ! But, you wouldn't wake up !

"What ?"

I said very confused. The harlot and the plan were from the aspiration, 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 Doctor of the Church, but they said ‘ No ’. They insisted that you wouldn't want to screw up the plan."

‘ Yeah.'I thought ‘ That sounds right on. We have to service the architectural plan'

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

"Because you're fucking head isn't as strong as I thought it was."she said angrily.

Oh, yeah. That made sense. I hit my head when we staged the fortuity. I hit it hard. What was the last thing I remembered ? I tried to get my intellect working and slowly the gear wheel started to turn.

"Facebook."I said

"Huh ?"Tasha said, looking more confuse 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 ass concussion, asshole !"

That turned my thoughts to my principal. I was expecting that thought to spread the door for pain to enter and the pounding to start again. To my sculptural relief and surprisal, my head did not shudder. It hurt some, but all in all, I felt OK.

"My question doesn't hurt any more."I said a bit weakly, not wanting to challenge her, but trying to pop the question a footling reassurance. It seemed to deflate her anger.

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

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

"You have beautiful eyes."

Tasha pulled back and with a grinning

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

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

"Erection. tab. Reflexes are good and your pupil are the Saami size. I think the danger is probably passed."

I looked at her and my judgment drifted back to my aspiration. What the fuck was that all about ? Petrov and some plan ? The daughter not afraid of him ? The girls willingly letting him abuse them ? I felt my headache check mark up, and shook the mentation from my head.

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

"She and Kim went food market shopping"

"What !"I shouted"Rachel.."

"Easy ! Easy ! I know. I tired to talk them out of it. But, Rachel was going stir looney. She's wearing an ugly brown wig, sunglasses, baggy cloths, and they are going up to Brighton to shop."

The Adrenalin surge passed and my affectionateness rate slowed.

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

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

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

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

The pipe dream I just had was fleet, but the erection that it had caused was not.

An puckish grinning scatter across her nerve as she reached down and lifted her blouse up, over, and off in one deliberate motion.

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

I was wondering if I was still dreaming as Tasha reached behind her back and began to unfasten her flannel bra.

My doorbell rang. We both looked at each other with the same scare in our oculus and question on our lips. I just shook my head at the unasked query. Tasha hurriedly put her blouse back on, as I looked out the windowpane. It was a guy dressed in a cheap, well broken in wooing. I shrugged at Tasha and headed out the door and down stairs. She did not follow.

I got to the door, pulled it undecided, and looked out at the man on my stoop.

"goodness afternoon, sir. Are you Ron ?

"Yeah"I answered warily

"My name is investigator Reynolds and I would care to peach to you about your ex-wife, Rachel."

I put a questioning look on my face, opened the door, and an invited him in. We sat and the police detective did not waste any time with pleasantries.

"You know about Rachel, correct ?"

When I nodded he continued.

"What do you recognize about the night Rachel died ?"

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

"Only what I heard from Kim."

He didn't pay me very much time to regroup 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 sorting of car fortuity. There was a ardour and……"

I let my voice trail off, feigning a painful visual, but really just not wanting to say something incriminating.

"When did you last see Rachel ?"

Man, he was pushing hard. This was not a respectable sign of the zodiac. I fought with myself as panic made an appearing in the back of my mind.

I hesitated just a moment before replying. I had anticipated this inquiry, but did not want to blurt out my answer.

"It was at Kim's natal day party. Kim, Rachel's Sister, turned 21 two Saturdays ago. We were all out at golf club Regina to celebrate."

"That was the last time ?"

"We're divorced, detective. Before that it had been various 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, correct ?

"Yeah, I just said that"letting infliction creep into my voice. I was trying to fight back in a passive-aggressive way. It seemed to puzzle out a picayune, as the side by side question was a bit delicate.

"How did the divorce go ?"

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

"Why all the questions ?"

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

Interesting alternative of parole I thought.

"Suspicious, how ?"

"There was an accelerant used in the vehicle."

"An accelerant ?"I asked

"That's a substance used to produce indisputable a fire gets going and consumes more of the surround ?"

"police detective, I work with Dr. Syygo over at the Aurora dead room. 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 crash. But, the car was really incinerate 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 riding habit of carrying gas for the lawn mower in the car."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"wellspring"I said in a tone that suggested he was asking what two plus two was,"in the luggage compartment, where else ?"

"We found an open air gas can in the support derriere"

"Listen, investigator. Rachel wasn't the keen knife in the drawer, but there is no way she would carry an receptive container of gas in the back ass. She would be too worried about the smell."

"The tone ?

I chuckled

"Rachel understands that gas Robert Burns, but she would let been much more concerned that it would have made her car smell"

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

I was about to trample on dangerous ground. The smart thing to say was No, and let the story procession to the Russians. But, I still held on to the possibility that maybe this could be written off as an accident

"Well, if the torso 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 ?"

"police detective, I spent five year trying to project out the way Rachel's creative thinker workings 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 inquiry about the divorce"

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

"How so ?"

"I had to pay her for wide fairness in our menage, build her car payment, save the life story insurance active for a year, and pay off her credit add-in. And then she drug the all affair out for months with petty trumpery. They solid thing water me off when I think of it."

damn ! I thought. He had gotten to me. The divorce did piss me off and I had just given him a nice motive to belt down Rachel.

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

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

"So where were you at 1 AM on Monday morning"

"Up in bed"I chin cocked

He looked like he was finishing up.

"Detective ? You didn't tell me which section you work for. Remember, I'm one of the goodness hombre, too ?

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

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

I was on wobbly solid 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 tec. So throwing out my persuasion on car wreck and homicide, were at least approaching the line.

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

A distich of things went quickly through my nous, but I need to launch something fast.

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

Kim had made sure that the crash happened in a place where the body would end up with Dr. Syygo. But, I was not supposed to have a go at it that. I was walking the line here.

"You didn't have it off ?"

"I talked to the doc very early Mon break of day, when I heard. I called to afford him the news about Rachel and let him know 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 sensory faculty of excitement that I hoped sounded real.

"Look, investigator. I need to predict the doc and regain out what's going on."

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

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

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

He said nothing, so I pressed.

"Then what has your dorsum up, investigator ?"

"It just feels funny to me. The car was definitely moving fast when it crashed into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. But the amount of damage done to the body 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 drink or drugs in her system, or any former forensic test to avail 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 Sir Thomas More head. Was Rachel seeing anyone ?"

"I'm not for sure. 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 sure 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 architectural plan. The sis and I had not compared notes or synchronized stories on this. It was easy to see how hard it was to get away with execution, or like what we were doing. You just had so many lies to stay fresh straight.

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

The sight of this guy slam my heart rate through the cap and I felt my human face rosiness. It was the guy in my dreaming. The girls had called him Petrov in the dreaming. And he was the lawyer-like guy I had seen with Rachel. Seeing a pic of him, made it existent 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 know your ex-wife was involved with the Russian mafia ?"

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

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

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

I knew where this was going. I had gotten the interrogative dozens of times. You see masses seem to pair off up with those on the Lapplander attractiveness scale as them. So if you see a girl that is an 8, you can bet her fellow will be no less than a 7. Or at least they would take in started out like that. Old married couples can start out at 7 and 7, but he goes declivitous 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 well-situated with me. Maybe he's not as leery as I thought.

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

"detective, I'm not in the mood to ease up you the smart ass answers I have come with throughout the years. Rachel fell in love with me. I have no estimation why or how. I enjoyed seeing the look on the faces of guys 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 lilliputian. He got up, shake my hired hand, and we exchanged our cheerio. Then he was gone.

‘ Fuck'I thought"I'm sword lily that is over."

"You did goodness"I heard a voice 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 know that you are on edge, just like the eternal rest of us. You acted like you had ice water in your veins."

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

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

"Did Kim distinguish the fuzz about Rachel dating Petrov ?"

"Yeah, I wasn't there, but when the cops came over the 2nd metre, she said she told them about Rachel dating a Russian guy"

"arcsecond time ?"I said before I remembered the tec had said he spoke to Kim.

"Yeah, Kim said a detective 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 articulatio humeri and then I watched as her blouse once again came up, over, and off. This time there was no bra and Tasha's luscious D cups danced and jiggled from Tasha's arm machination. The tight grayback that used to be her areola pointed at me and called me in. They were asking for me to suck on them. Those melons needed to be handled. My hard on bound back into my pants as I heard Tasha say.

"Now where were we ?"

I closed the distance with both center on Tasha's breast. The subtle procession and fall of her breasts barely registered. My only thought was feeling the weight of them in my hands and of having my tongue caress one of her trivial cherry-red gumdrops.

The phone of my garage door opener activating, broke the spell. I looked up as Tasha turned to find her bra and shirt.

This had to be the girls returning from shopping. Tasha's voluptuous boobs would have to wait. It was time to get back on the same page and begin to service the plan.

To be continued……