That drive, of course, was the big prize for the Feds. They'd coached Susan into tweaking her statement a little—the official story was that he'd in...ited her to use his computer, making it at least arguable that the copy was legit—and they'd used information from the drive to get a search warrant for "Bobby's" office. They'd of course found nothing—he'd replaced the computer after the night he took Susan, well, Ariel then, there—but with the flash drive the replacement was itself somewhat. She pushed again, and something dug out the back of the panties. Her face showed the extreme discomfort and revulsion, but she took another breath, lifted the soggy collar better over her neck with her fingers, and strained again with such a tortured, pained look. A squooshy sound punctuated with fart splats and more squooshing were the noises above her delicate little moan as the back of her panties filled. She slid her hands to the breasts, smearing the muck around her front, then down to her. He didn't cruise the campus looking for sex, quite the contrary. My boyfriend tried so hard to avoid temptation, but women were drawn to him like bees to honey. It didn't seem very fair to me, but what could I do about it? We were madly in love and I'd known what I was getting myself into from the moment we'd met back in tenth grade."Do you want to go inside?" I asked, smiling and red-faced, and soaking my panties with girl goo after five glorious minutes of French kissing my boyfriend."We. She made her tutting sound again and led me to the dresser to prepare my hair. With quick and sure fingers she swiftly plucked and folded and tucked strands into an elegant French braid that was netted in a flower design. I was always amazed by her artistic skill, and she surly showed it through my outfit this evening. She kissed me on the cheek and shushed away my thanks and shooed me to the door of my chamber. Turning back I saw a tear escape her silver pearl eyes and I wondered if her.