It was erotic hearing the splash made by the two streams and we kissed long after we'd finished."Who's a kinky girl then?" I teased and she blushed."S...e used to like doing that." Who?" Margaret, the woman in last night’s film." What happened to her?"She grimaced. "Her and pencil dick ran off together, the bitch." Pencil dick?" Yeah, my boyfriend."“Aw, poor Jenny.” I kissed her lips. "Let's go and eat."We dressed in jeans and tee shirts and I told her she looked good enough to eat. "I'll hold. In the bedroom I made her lie down on her king size bed with black bed sheets and pillows and lied beside her.We were again indulged in a long kiss. I was holding her cheeks and I must tell you. I’ve never touched such a soft skin ever in my life. I opened her saree after a while and she opened my shirt. I was only in my trouser and she was in her blouse and petticoat. I gently kissed and licked her neck and cleavage and then on the navel. Then again she pulled my face up and we kissed. As we. Her body was trim, but not skinny, which suited him just fine. In his opinion, most women these days were too thin. He liked the gentle, rounded curves that adorned her form, and for someone her size, she had a damn fine rack. “So…what’s keeping you here this late?” he asked; silence broken. “My boss, in his infinite wisdom, thinks that I like being tortured,” she answered. “Huh?” he inquired. “Well…he thinks I’m the perfect person to work on Mr. God Damn Asshole Rockman’s file, and let me. The second surprise was that I was so successful in passing myself offas a woman, that I became aware that the inspector was attracted to me!His name was Grayson Boult, but he said: "Call me Gray." He was alittle older than me. Early thirties I guess. He came from a miningtown in Pennsylvania and had gone down the mines when he finished highschool, but he wanted something more. He went to night school andCommunity College and graduated with a degree in social work. He lovedkids and wanted.