What I saw there, was something that burned into my brain, forever. I would probably have run past the cops and killed the bastards if the private inv...stigator had not stopped me.It seems that we had hit a wasp's nest. The feds soon took control of the situation and the house was soon swarming men with suits and some women, too. I found myself sitting in the living room together with my private investigator and the two cops with a clear statement to stay there and NOT to contact anyone outside.. I sat back down just in time as I felt the towel loosen and although I was still covered my erection was more prominent. Why does scotch do this to me?I soon came to realise that the side effect of scotch for me was arousal issues so maybe the side effect for her was the Tourette’s and the only difference was that I knew about my erection issues but she didn’t realise her Tourette’s, I was intrigued.My boner was far more prominent now under the rising towel and the scotch was good, Holly took. Nothing will pass if there's even anything left to work with when the cop looks the other way.No bribes for the Union ... your plumbing pipe goes missing, even the carpenters NAILS are gone. Or someone "accidentally" sprays water on them and they rust ... since you didn't bribe the inspectors you have to knock down every wall with a rusty nail and redo it.No bribe for the electrical inspector? Your wiring isn't to code. My boss always left a Benjamin in the fuze box and he made sure there was. When its my turn to play, the crotch of my shorts are clearly wet, and a slick film of pussy juice is making it's way down my inner thighs, I can smell the aroma of warm vaginal secretions, it's thick in the air, Kyle eye's are glued to the spectacle I've created. Finally I collapse on the ground in front of Kyle, my legs spread wide apart, my short shorts stretch tight against my honey muffin, soaked wet with my sex juices, I glance at Kyle and notice he's now tugging at the bulge in his.