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With Karen, Holly and three confirmed pregnancies, there were going to be twelve of us living in Illinois within a year. There was no way I was going to be able to provide for such a family on my own for a very long time, if ever. No, they were all going to have to pitch in if we were going to make this thing work, but they already knew that, they were just waiting for me to realize it myself. Melanie said, she would follow me anywhere, even if it meant raising our family in a cardboard box, because she believed in and loved me so. There was no doubt the others felt the same way, but reality is reality and I think they all breathed a sigh of relief when I came to the conclusion that they all needed to work. It was Friday morning and I planned on leaving later that night to head indian home, preferring to drive at night to avoid traffic and potential resulting traffic jams, when I was jolted from my sleep by Karen shouting for me to wake up. As I tried to get my bearings, I saw Karen standing there with terror in her eyes as she held out a manilla envelope in a trembling hand. By now, all four women had gathered around as I took the opened envelope and withdrew its contents. Inside were nearly two dozen photographs taken over the last two months. In particular were the ones of me carrying Miguel's wrapped up body out to his car and another of me driving it away. Clearly someone had been keeping the house under surveillence. There was a single post-it note on the top photograph with a phone number on it. Melanie and I recognized it right away. It Big Tits was Robert's office. It took everything I had to keep from anal falling apart in front of the others. I thought I'd gotten away with it. I thought my future, my family's future was clear to proceed unhindered. I was wrong, dead wrong. I murdered a man the other night and someone knew it. The one person in the world I wanted to keep in the dark about Melanie's life knew the worst secret I had to keep. I swallowed hard, taking several moments to breath deep and clear my head. I quickly cut off any attempts from the others to ask questions and told them all to leave the room. When the last one left, closing the door behind her, I picked up the phone on the nightstand and dialed the number. "Robert Henson." I heard. "What do you want, Robert?" I asked, coldly. "Ah, David!" He said, recognizing my voice, his smugness oozing through the line. "I've been waiting to hear from you." To amateur be continued... The narrow, bent staircase made it a major pain to worm it around corners, but we finally got it down into the Big Tits living room and laid it out in front of the stove. I continued rubbing as I moved my fingers to her inner thighs. She might lose nerve. It automatically got him thinking back to a few nights ago when he masturbated her, and naturally, to what happened between him and Beatrice the previous week. “I need you so badly.” What kind of ass are you? “God no,” Christy panted. I hear her squirt out some more lube anal and I see her rub it all over her fat dick as I look over my shoulder at her. Mister Caine." she started laughing again, whenever she leaned forward I indian had the golden ticket view of her cleavage. Giggling, like fourteen year old girls at a Ramone's concert. “Yes, I think it is necessary,” amateur she chuckled.