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I kissed the tops of both their heads and let them go. I turned off the outside lights and went out the back of the house to Karen's storage shed and retrieved a shovel. I took the shovel out to the car and put it in the bed before heading back around to get Miguel's body. The problem with El Camino's is most of them do not have back seats. There is a small space behind the front seats and while Miguel was a small man, about 5' 8" and 150 lbs, he was still too big to fit back there. El Camino's do not have trunks either, instead the back half of the vehicle is like a pickup truck, meaning that Miguel was going to have to ride up front with me, which is why I wanted to do this at night. I put Miguel in the passenger seat and uncovered his body enough to make it look like he was just sleeping. After buckling him in, I slipped around to the other side and fired up the car and calmly pulled away. Given japanese it was late on a weeknight, I was pretty sure no one would pay any attention provided I drove like everything was normal. I made sure to steer well clear of gang territory on my way out of town, as I was pretty sure someone, either friendly or in a rival gang, would recognize his car. I took backroads around the outside of the city until I could asian get on the interstate leading to the rest stop. It was going to be a long drive, but his car wasn't overtly detailed or flashy so I was pretty sure it wouldn't draw the attention of nosy police looking to make a profile stop. I pulled into the rest stop about an hour and a half later and stopped alongside Mel who was driving my car. I didn't get out, but instead motioned her to follow me and we were immediately back on the road. We drove for another couple hours down dirt backroads until we were well into the isolated desert before we stopped. Mel was understandably distraught when she saw me pull the body from the car, but I didn't have time to explain things to her. I had to get the body in the dirt and lose the car before dawn. I took the shovel and walked out to a small dip in the ground that was hidden by a natural ridge in the ground. Even though we were in the middle of nowhere on some podunk road, I didn't want this body found any time soon and the small ridge would hide the shallow grave from any wouldbe passerby. I fetish was grateful toward my work ethic when it came to fitness as I needed to move a lot of dirt in a short period of time. I didn't need a typical six foot grave, but I did need to get a few feet into the ground so the local scavengers wouldn't dig him up before he had a chance to decompose. With the hole dug, I unwrapped the body and dropped it in. Putting the dirt back was much easier, but I was smoked nonetheless by the time I was finished. I took the blanket and shovel back over to my car and put them in the trunk and retrieved my gas can to put into Miguel's car. As I dug, I did my best to explain to Mel why I did what I did. I told her that there were only two ways this was going to end with guys like Miguel. Either he would harm Karen and/or her daughter and maybe do some jail time or he'd kill them and get away with it. She seemed to blowjob understand and I think her biggest concern was how it affected me. I told her japan I was fine with it, better than fine, actually, like I had accomplished something that made the world a slightly better place. I knew what I did was wrong, according to society, but so much of our lives was wrong in that regard. I was called upon to solve a problem and solve it, I did. Sticking to backroads, we drove for another couple hours until I found a nice rock outcropping. I had to do some offroad driving, but that wasn't much different from the backroads we'd been on anyway and at this point, I didn't care if I damaged the El Camino. Now the three nearly naked females had really turned James on and the fact that he had taken blowjob his pill and put on the ring, just in case, he was sporting a rather big hard on. All Cho could do was hug her sister and pull her to her feet. Moving on, he read the unopened text from Jess. I couldn’t believe my eyes when my husband japan lifted my bikini bottoms to his face and licked the crotch. “I’m only 19, drinking age is 21.” As I pondered these thoughts, however, I questioned my notion of ‘love’ in its primal sense. Occasionally I join in her games. She said. I climbed on top of her and felt my cock push up against her body. So i kept going, asian sliding my mouth over his lovely cock and occasionally licking his end and flicking the tip with my tongue. 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