Remember me? I'm Penelope Spade, a novice Private Eye in Cincinnati, Ohio. The business started slow but since cracking the Col. Mustard murder cas..., where he met a gruesome demise by a candlestick in the conservatory, my fame has spread like a Kardashian's legs on first dates. Speaking of mustard, I realized I was so hungry I could eat a Skyline coney (Now, that's hunger!) My drooling was interrupted by a potential client stumbling through my broken door."I'm Paul Powell." As he extends. "Well, well. You are a spirited little thingtonight.? You've neverhesitated for a second at one of my requests - alwayseager to playthe slut so unbecoming a prim and proper wife." "I - I want you inside me when I cum." "So.? Weregress.? Remember how we play?? Simon says..." She sank two fingers deep inside, then drew them outslowly, one alongeach side of the hard, wet button of flesh.? Cradling it between them,she eased both fingers along her swollen clit, circlingover thesensitive tip every so. Slowly i inserted my tongue inside her mouth and felt hers there. It was such a awesome experience that I cannot explain it by words. She too was playing with my tongue. We were eating each others saliva. Suddenly there was a sound. We qouickly broke. There stood akriti. Crap we had not closed the door. We were caught. I went to her and asked akriti dear what are you doing here? Akriti: i wanted water. What were you and didi doing. I looked at akanksha. She was smiling at us. I said: your didi. Vera was gone for the day; to be fair, Vera was gone, period. I knew that she wanted to continue our relationship after a fashion, but we'd opened her little chrysalis and the butterfly that emerged didn't REALLY need me; she had other needs and desires and foci. Rhonda and Britney were too bright and too valuable to leave at home every day; I wanted them with me. That meant that we needed a woman at home -- and maybe more than one; maybe a man, too, although that admission came harder. Judith.