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Together we removed her bra and went back to kissing as I began to run my hand up and down the inside of her thigh.Her shiny black (my favorite color) pantyhose felt great to my hand. I continued to move my hand further and further up her thigh until I could feel the heat from her pussy. She moaned and spread her legs wide as my hand cupped her pussy and gently rubbed with my thumb stroking her clit. I looked down and saw that there were no panties. That made my cock twitch even more inside of my jeans. She reached down and rubbed my cock through my jeans and moaned again as she found it already aching to be released. As I was running my hand inside of her pantyhose and touching the wetness between her legs, she was undoing my belt and unzipping my fly. I thought to myself that fifteen minutes ago, I had never met this woman and here I was now with our hands between each other’s legs. I quickly shed my clothes, except for my boxers and turned back to her.I found her skirt’s zipper. “Sure, but where’s Melissa? Is she okay?”We sat down in his formal living room. From its pristine state, I was sure it got as little regular use as ours. I took a deep breath. “Dave, there’s no easy way to tell you this. Melissa is dead.”“What?” he fired back. “Don’t fuck around, Bill, this is serious.”“I’m sorry, Dave, but it’s true. Her body was found a couple of hours ago.”“That’s not possible! She went to Girl’s Night Out with Jude and the girls from yoga.” He jumped up and grabbed his cellphone. “I’ll call her. You’ll see. She’s fine.”“Dave, she was positively ID’d. She had her bag with her, her driver’s license, plus,” I hesitated to tell him, but I pushed forward, “I saw her. It was Melissa.”“There must be a mistake,” he said, dropping back into the chair. I got up and poured him a glass of bourbon. He took it with trembling hands, stared at it, then downed it in one gulp.“You’re sure it was her?” he asked as I refilled his glass.“Yes.”“I can’t believe it. How?” Dave asked,.
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