Still with one hand in mine and the other around the elbow on the same arm she led me outside and around the corner to a Seven-Eleven store. ‘Would ...ou like anything?’ I offered. ‘No I’m fine sank you.’ looking up at me with those deep dark eyes, before another tender kiss, this time just on the bottom lip. She took me upstairs to a room with a circular bath built big enough for a party, and a circular bed, that too I guess built for a party. There was also a large air mattress on the floor. " I am sorry; let me check the police logs and news for you."Amy accessed the Las Vegas crime computers, and started sifting through the reports. She found a reference to an Elizabeth Stratton. Killed when her mini-van was run off the road into a gasoline tanker. The car was taking fire from a red Honda and it was assumed the incident was gang related. Due to the intense heat, no remains have been recovered."I am sorry; Mr. Stratton there is a report of your wife's minivan being chased by gang. That was something that developed with me, along with other things, in high school and it never left me. One person in particular noticed how my sexuality gave off pheromones. In a way, it bothered me, but in another way, I was flattered. I had just turned eighteen and I was at a family get together. I was getting a drink from the punch bowl on the table when I caught my Uncle Blake, my father’s brother, staring at me. At first, I did not know what to think. I mean, I knew. " well that still feels pretty wet, better get that off" "are you serious?" he grabbed her bra strap and tugged lightly " either you do it or I do" she leaned forward and reached behind to unclasp her bra, she let the straps slide down her arms and lifted the cups off her tits "do I need to check the panties " he asked "no" she slowly slid her panties off "there now don't you feel better, now lets warm you up" he reached back over and started groping her tits, massaging them, rubbing her.