What is smaller than a locomotive, just as fast, but will never get you anywhere? Find out, solve the case. Was a second message left at the robbery scene of a jewelry store across the street from the famed Broadway Theater on 53
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street. It had been a few months since the incident without any news from the police investigation.
Blake had solved the first riddle, saying, "The only thing stronger than a lion is a bee; nothing will attempt to tangle a wasp or beehive.' 'They all make honey; nothing is sweeter." And, of course, a lion won't go near one...
"Oh my, you got it. Love is sweeter than honey!" and stronger than a lion, can't be given away, lifted, or sold. You can't lift love off someone, sell it, or give it away.' 'Someone is in love and thus robbed the jewelry store?"
Blake, you're a genius." Emilie said. "So, all we have to do is background work on the people who work at the store, from the owner down to their janitor."
However, for this second riddle, no one had an answer.
That was last month. Since then, Emilie had all the information on a standing chalkboard-looking thing; you see on Crime shows; it had schedules of the employees, management, and their names. She was getting into the personal lives of the Jewelry store people, which perhaps even the police investigation team didn't have. She went as far as changing her Major to investigative journalism. However, with all that, this second riddle stumped her and everyone else; she was at a dead end.
Saturday morning
It was noon Saturday Blake woke feeling something near her pussy, then remembered the sex, climaxes, and drinking she had done late Friday night thru Saturday morning. Feeling a cramp in her abdomen, she thought perhaps an ovary had just ruptured, sending an egg heading toward the load Gerald had just put in her belly. No, she was overthinking it; her period was starting, she guessed. Her pussy began to influence her movement; she pushed her booty back into his abdomen, pressing tight; they were naked from the waist down.
Gerald woke to feel a naked young white booty pressing against his morning wood, barely at the opening of her pussy. He tried not to harden. However, nature wouldn't let him; it grew into her pussy. A pussy, a cock, ovaries, and scrotum basic biology were at work here. He hoped she would pull off or stop moving, but that didn't happen.
Longer and bigger, his cock grew; Blake had never experienced anything like it; growing from soft to hard, feeling it in real time; it was fascinating to have a cock do that. Her glands began helping with the process, making this long fat thing slide easier. Her pussy wanted to milk it again, sending her pleasure impulses to convince her intelligence it wasn't a bad idea. She whispered, "No." but at that moment, his cock reached her cervix; kissing it, a climax went rumbling through her body from her hands to her feet.
Blake's rhythmic nerves were in the back of her pussy surrounding her cervix. They would react to only a cock with a head big enough to massage them. In her case, this was her G-spot. She moved up on him in reverse cowgirl, pumping slowly, making sure Gerald's cock head was pressed against the backend of her vagina. She also had a deep pussy needing the combination of long and thick to activate this climaxing process making his cock a perfect fit for her body.
She loved how Gerald allowed her to make all the sexual decisions; this allowed her pussy to lead the way. While pumping up and down and in semicircles, her pussy let her know this Black cock couldn't last much longer and she should consider getting pregnant. She subconsciously debated with it, whispering, "No." but it sent a pleasure jolt through her again. It was manipulating her. She told it," Maybe," so it gave another climax as a reward. Then it said," ask him to impregnate you, go ahead, do it;' 'she said, No-o. It said, if you do, I'll send you the best climax you ever had, and when he releases Cum, we will too."
She couldn't stand it any longer; her pussy felt so good, "Impregnate me, Gerald.' 'Shoot your sperm in me, please," she whispered, groaning softly.
Gerald surrendered and stiffened with her Rhythmic pussy, his dicks head pointing at her cervix, and her asking to get pregnant, shot a thick load exactly where Blake's pussy wanted it.
Blake climaxed hard, shaking, and hunched forward with her hands over her head and then in her hair. "Oh - oh OooooO," Please, do it. Oh, oooooh," For a few minutes. Her pussy sent intense pleasure through her body, so good it caused her toes to curl and nipples to stick out long and hard.
After calming down from the shot, he placed in her little wet muffin. Gerald softly said, "Little one, there is a session tonight at 7:30 pm; you better get some rest, okay?" Gerald thought; he would never mention her wanting to get pregnant; he figured she was just in the moment, seeing this happened about the same time last month. Perhaps there was something about what Uncle John was saying.
Diamond store investigation
Blake agreed with him she needed to get home. They ate breakfast together; she left at 1:pm, returning to her apartment 1/2 hour later. However, she did stop by the drug store on the way, not listening to her manipulative organ between her legs. She walked in the front door seeing the front area all clean and straightened up. She looked in Emily's room, saying, "Oh, there it is," All the crime stuff was set up in her bedroom, which she was glad about. Emilie heard her come in, saying," Hello there.' 'Hey Blake, what is this?" It was a wrapper from the plan B box.
It's what you think it is, nosy; was her response.
"Looks like I'm going to have to investigate somebody else; what's going on? I didn't know you were seeing anybody?" Emilie asked.
I am not; it's in case I do, responding.
Blake, this is a wrapper, not the box; never mind, looking at her best friend, she could see she was prying in a private area. Emilie wrote down in her crime book to investigate Blake too.
Her investigation into the diamond store caper was hitting a dead end none of the employees were viable leads, no sick children or financial issues, and no love triangles going on. The management wasn't any better with stable families, no economic problems or illnesses; all the interviews were negative. On top of that, the cops were beginning to be concerned about all her snooping around.
5 pm that evening, while Blake was taking a shower, there was a knock on the door. Emilie looked in the keyhole, seeing cop uniforms. She opened the door. Two guys showed their badges, saying may we have a word with you?
"Sure," Emilie said.
"I am detective Rosario, and this is detective White.' 'We have reports of you snooping around the Diamond robbery case.' 'We have done a little snooping of our own, knowing your enrolled at New York State and have recently changed your major to journalism.' 'Why don't you let us professionals handle things? Robbers are dangerous; you don't know how all this is going to go." Said, detective Rosario.
Emilie remained silent as they scolded her.
Detective White added, "Now look, we know you're young and curious but don't get into more than you can handle. We have several complaints from the store staff and management about a young woman snooping around, asking questions."
"Yes - sir," was all Emilie was going to say.
Blake, now out of the shower and hearing two men peeped from behind the bathroom door, quietly slipped without them seeing, closed the door to Emilie's bedroom, then stood there silent.
They both looked at the girls rolling their eyes; detective White warned Emilie all her activities were to cease, or a visit to the station would be her next, Major."
They walked out and drove away.
"Thank goodness you closed my door," Emilie said, hugging Blake. Mumbling under her breath, "They could have taken all my stuff;' 'I'd better lay low for a while and get advice from the professor over journalism to see what her next move should be.
For the next few weeks, life returned to routine with college classes, tests, football games, and sorority meetings.
