She saw him every other week for an hour or so. She was the last person to see him that day. The police found lipstick on Mr. Watson's penis. We think...she wasn't a client but a call girl now. The police think so, too, but they didn't follow up because it was a suicide. "We looked at recordings from the security comany that handles our building's security. It's low resolution but Mr. Watson's secretary identified her on the recording and told us that she's tall, blonde and has a very nice body.. It was a soft jersey top in a lovely rose colour. I slip it on andlooked in the mirror. Oh my, I did look like a cute teenage girl. I couldnot believe this was me. I went right up close to the mirror and staredat myself. This is me? Oh. At least I was cute. With my eye make-up andnew clothes you could not tell that I was a boy. I then heard my mothercalling me. 'Honey, I want to see how you look in a new outfit'. I cameout only to find my mother with two young clerks with her waiting for. I don't really know exactly when I started thinking about Denise in bed with another man. It just grew on me over the years. Whenever we attended any social function men would fawn over her. Denise never gave the impression she was available in any way, but did smile and seemed flattered at the attention.I would be across the room and beam with pride. I knew what the other men wanted. They would give anything for a chance at my wife. If she danced with a man I would get an erection. Knowing. She traced her tongue around my lips and face and I knew she could taste Mary’s juices, that made me hornier than ever. While Bill continued to flash the camera, I slid Mary’s legs over mine and pushed my cock into her drenched pussy. Nancy moved beside me and continued kissing me. I found Mary’s hand and moved it to her clit. She seemed reluctant at first but I kept my hand on top of hers and made her rub her clit. Soon, she was moaning again as her fingers pushed beside my cock into her.
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