The monkey had replaced his mouth with hisfingers, and he was presently rubbing one finger up against theboy's hole. As he continued to rub the hole b...gan to contract andexpand a little, as if it were waiting for something to be put into it.Remembering the little monkey that he had ass fucked, the monkeytook one last look as the human boy's gaping asshole, and decidedthat he would fuck him, if he had to hold him down to do it.Standing on his hind legs, he positioned himself behind the boy,and. She was a dear old lady, but she didn't realize the way some things were these days. I had splurged using some of what was left of Miss Sykes' expense money. I had bought a radio for my office. If I'm going to get killed on this case, I might as well go out first rate.I was listening to Tommy Dorsey's lyrical trombone in 'On Treasure Island' with vocals sung by Edyth Wright, when I heard a tentative knock on the door. I turned the radio off and said, "Come in." When she opened the door and came. ?Jodi? Lynn?? Turning, reflexively covering her breasts, she stares straight at the man in the open doorway as she lowers her eyes, mutters. ?Sor? Sorry? I didn’t hear the door opening.? ?Oh? that’s fine.? He smiles, already getting his full view of her. ?Go ahead? Raise your arms above your head and turn around? Let’s see another pose as good as that first one.? Blushing, slowly raising her arms, she turns half a turn, stops. Facing away from him, thinking how gorgeous. I got up and shuffled over to the french doors and saw Mike crouched low and trying to peer through. He saw me and stood up, motioning with his hands to open the door. To be honest, I didn't expect to see him this soon. I opened the door and he stepped in, asking if I was alright and all the other pleasantries one would expect, hell at that point I was just tired and in danger of bursting into flames from the heat, so I didn't really care what he said. But it was what he did that threw me out;.