" You think he's some kind of serial killer, Lester?" Sam was shocked at the thought. To him, the unique circumstances surrounding Emma Majeski's deat... were just that -- a distinctive motive for an atypical crime."He may not be a serial killer in the sense that he chooses random victims, or just any pretty girl," Lester said. "Maybe he just triggers off of women who do what our girl did... women who show it off a little too much."Sam was listening intently. He'd always respected Lester's basic. After knocking at the door, Abigail Let Dallas in, she was acting nervous but he didn't seem to notice"you okay" she said hugging him "yeah" he duly responded kicking off his shoes "long and tiring day" he added causing both to laugh, the two moved into her living room, she lived in a bungalow and had the curtains closed, "any luck loosing that V-Card yet" she said half joking tempting herself, he shook his head "nope not at all" he said with a chuckle, Abigail couldn't help but look at him in. Jess on the other hand was up to her oldways. She had at least five men in the apartment since that time, theonly consolation for Kirsten being that they all had assumed she was awoman when they met her. With the new year came the surgery. Kirsten was nervous before going inand Jess was also nervous for her. Despite all their hesitation beforethe surgery turned out to be a perfect success. Jess would be at homerecuperating for a couple of weeks. As it turned out her boss helped herout. I was straddling her chest in no time. She had a tube of sun cream. It looked like cum when she squirted it into her cleavage. Then she lifted up the middle of her bra, and slid my cock under. I watched how it looked, sliding in the lubed up cleavage between her slightly less than medium - sized - tits. The bra material was rough, and I ended up with the top of my cock rubbed a bit raw, but I thought little of it as I came under her chin and down her neck, as I clung to her now angry red.