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Murder in Mississippi Part 3
🕑 Added 2022-04-27 18:56:50 +0000 UTCShe was right, this storm was brutal. I could see things were already flying in the air. I would need to stay here for the night. Things could be worse, this was a really nice place, and this woman seemed very nice.
“Thank you, you are most gracious,” I said.
“Wonderful!” she said, clasping her hands together. “You’re in luck. We always keep a spare bedroom ready in case of guests. If you’re ready, I can show you to your room? It’s just upstairs.”
“That sounds lovely,” I said. I got up from my chair and followed her up some creaky wooden stairs. Randall looked like he had something to say, but being so small and meek, he was ignored and forgotten. Every step she took, her tremendous backside swayed to the side of her foot. She was so wide I couldn’t see past her. All I could do was try looking away from the biggest rear end I had ever seen. It was enough ass for five women. More than enough. I honestly didn’t know how she could be married to such a small man. There was no way he could handle someone of her immense girth.
I was stunned to see just how large the upstairs area was in this house when the stairs ended. I felt like it stretched for miles in either direction. She led me past a few doors, then stopped at one.
“This will be your room,” she said. “I’m putting you between one of my daughters and one of my sons. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask one of them for whatever you may need.” Then she leaned forward so she was eye level with me, and moved her mouth to my ear. “And if there’s anything I can personally help you with… anything at all… ask me. You can usually find me in the kitchen.” She pulled back, standing tall over me once again. “Dinner will be ready in two hours, we would love for you to join us,” she said in a regular voice. She turned and headed back down the stairs, and I may have read too deep into it, but she added some extra sway in her hips.
I opened the door and entered the room. It was a truly beautiful room, with a huge red bed and a large closet. There was a large window that showed a raging storm, but I suspected it brought in a lot of radiant natural light on a normal morning. As I set my things down and stretched my arms, I decided that the first thing I needed to do was use the restroom. I opened the door and looked around the long hallway. I saw where the bathroom was and headed towards it, when I heard someone coming up the stairs. I turned behind me and saw a girl standing there.
She was wearing a pink and white shirt and some jean shorts, and she was fat. Not quite as fat as the woman I that I had been speaking with, nor as tall, but certainly around 300 pounds. She looked to be quite a bit younger as well. I made a guess that she was probably the daughter, as she was extremely busty as well, and her rear end was also quite large. She carried most of her weight in her bust and butt, but her face was rather unattractive. She had rough teeth and a bit of a pig nose.
“You must be the Detective,” she said.
“I am, I should only be here for a night, thank you for your hospitality,” I said. “What is your name young lady?”
“Ginny,” she said. “I’m in the room to your right. You should come by if you’re bored, I’ll let you play with my tits.”
I was so shocked by this. It was so brazen. Before I could say anything, she opened her door and disappeared. After using the restroom, I returned to my room, still in disbelief from the depravity of what I had just heard. As I lay in my bed, I heard a strange groaning coming from above. Looking up only revealed a white ceiling. I initially decided to let it go, but it continued, so I decided to ask somebody about it.
