I soon had written letters to every supplier of feminine undergarments from Lane Bryant to Omar the Tentmaker. Upon cleaning out the old PO box (under...the glare of an annoyed postmaster) and carting away the resultant mass of circulars, catalogs and come-ons I began the Search For The Perfect Bra.As I spent many hours gazing at scantily clad women, a not unpleasant pastime in itself, I happily compared band thickness, color, lacy adornment, fabric, strap placement and other factors and emerged. My guess is that all these guys were outside help that would be harder to identify than someone local. I wondered why Mr. White showed me his face and threatened me personally. He probably could have gotten more cooperation if he had threatened Greta.I needed some personal protection and I knew who to call. I used my cell as I headed home.I got home and went inside. I packed a few things and put Greta's bowls in a bag with her dog food. I retrieved a small pistol and the mace I kept for around. She seemed to moan and roll her hips and press in to him. Billy was in heaven. His unconscious, dreaming mother was playing with him and encouraging him to play with her. He found himself wishing she took a pill every night. Of course the deceit ran two ways. Billy thought his mother was sleeping heavily and dreaming, and Hester was now pretending to be asleep so she could subtly encourage Billy. There was no other pretence on her part. Hester was now honest with herself. She wanted him. She. He saw his sister on the bed, feeling her tits, gently squeezing them. The amazing part was, these cameras were excellent, they captured every movement in color and displayed with amazing clarity.He then went to the computer and turned it on, it took a while for it to turn on and he saw there was a long list of folders. He clicked the top folder and it read out the date, he clicked again and it showed the list of bedrooms. He chose his own bedroom, and played the file. It took a moment to load.