I open my phone quickly to check it out. My heart nearly bursts into a thousand pieces. She sent me a picture of her dress pulled up. Exposing the pi...k thong she promised to wear. Her ass is near perfection. I’m surprised her dress could even contain its size. “It’s a shame you couldn’t see this in person tonight /:” says the message she sent along with it. My cock was hard as soon as I saw the picture. I need release really badly. Walking over to the couch I grab my lube and start to get to. Feeling my spit on your girlcock and it slides up and down my stomach as i fuck you. “I wish it could cum, baby. If your girlcock could cum, where would you cum when I suck it?” I would ask and then grip your hair, holding your face so i could slowly fuck you and watch your face as you think about where you’d finish — if only you could cum.I would keep fucking you slowly, and deeply, and tell you your cunt belongs to me. Even your slippery little blue girlcock belongs to me. And I’d stroke. Funny.I’ve examined a ton of Bradley’s dirty little plans over the past month. I picked through his email. I looked at his bank accounts. I tracked his travel with Brenda. But I haven’t really found out much about Bradley. I wondered who his next of kin was.I started with a quick online search and the first thing that popped up was the newspaper story that ran on Tuesday. It was a small article in the back of the paper saying that Federal agents had broken a software counterfeiting ring on. ”“Maybe we could even go to the Fall Ball.”“What’s that?”“It’s a ball where everybody wears a costume and a mask. They have judges who watch everybody and pick out the ten best dancers and ten best costumes. Then they choose the best couple in each group and they have to unmask. It would be fun.”“I’ll do it if you’ll take me, Mikey. That’s the sort of thing I’ve only dreamed about.”She squirmed up closer to me, bumped faces again, then tried a couple of times until she got her head in the.