Deadly obsession-6

The next weekday morning,Greg readied himself to going to work.Hopefully with the shock of Amanda’s murder and the funeral behind him,Greg would be able to concentrate more clearly on his job.All his co-workers and customers had expressed their condolences. Prissy’s practically confinous fucking didn’t hurt anything either. Greg was cumming a lot more than when Amanda was there.Not that he didn’t enjoy an active sex life with Amanda,but Prissy seemed ready to go within a few hours after every fucking.Just as soon as Greg’s cock was rested,Prissy was putting it back to good use again.And Prissy was proving useful in the kitchen.She had felt right at home in Greg’s kitchen,for some reason,being able to find every pot and utensil she needed to make Greg’s meals. When Greg returned home that Monday evening,he found Prissy in the kitchen putzing around and wearing only an apron. As Greg came in the door,she grinned like a dog geeting its owner and ran to embrace Greg along with kissing him passionately.