What happened?" Bill, you are accused of killing one Bradley Johnson. He was found murdered four days after Monique left you. He was brutally beaten w...th a blunt instrument, probably the bloody bat found near his body. He was just getting home, late that night, after a long session at work." Probably bangin' Monique. She had affair with him. I was going for divorce. On my puter at home is video, and audio, too." Not anymore, Bill, the cops confiscated all of that. According to the DA, there is. My breathing shallowed and quickened as the strange sensations of "my" pussy began to register. I had seen them before, touched them before, but never felt one as an owner before. Actually enjoying the small pleasurable feelings I was receiving at my touch, I almost chanced to explore the mound further. Then it hit me. How utterly wrong it was. I had a penis! This thing wasn't mine! It belonged to that woman I was passing. For god's sake, I had a mouth between my legs, a gaping maw that didn't. In my neighborhood their lived a sexy aunty , I always wondered of fucking her day and night , her name was Rashmi . She was a beautiful I knew her for a long time and was always dreaming to have sex with her in those days . Days passed and we used to share our secrets and led to this incident .Slowly I started to talk to her using bold words but cud never talk of having sex .Later I came to know , she was in a mood to have sex with me since a long time but like me even she had fear of loosing. Word had gone out to try the new dish and orders were coming in faster than we could fill them for a while. When the last couple had been served and we were cleaning up the kitchen, Brent finally reappeared."I don't believe it," Brent said as he walked into the kitchen. "How old are you and where have you worked?"I looked down and then looked up to see Wayne and Bruce looking at me. "I'm nineteen. I spent about seven months at a ski resort in Wyoming before moving to Mississippi to spend three.