“Oh, fuck!” Becca moaned. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Oh!” Eager to push Becca to the brink, I pushed my fingers in deeper. It didn't take long f...r me to find Becca's G-spot and push her over the edge. Becca screamed as she squirted all over her seat. I withdrew my fingers from her snatch as her sweet juice flowed out of her. “Holy shit,” Becca said, as she took several audible breaths. “You really got me wet.” “Stay still,” I instructed. “I'll clean that up for you.” I grabbed Becca's. The rest of the group leant forward expectantly. Presumably someone wasfeigning interest and was, in fact, concerned that their crimes had beendetected.?Now, you may recall this all appears to havestarted with a very simple robbery at the Garden Centre.? The Great Detectivepicked up his enormous meerschaum pipe, stuffed the bowl with a large pinch oftobacco, and lit it blowing a stream of blue smoke across the room. ?Why anyoneshould seek to steal an ornamental fruit tree was a puzzle for the. (The psych majors called it Cigar Castle, I never did figure that one out). Daryl and Brett lived there, so we’d all eat lunch with them in the dorm’s kitchen. At the first lunch everyone was kidding Daryl about his campus profile page. Every day brought at least a dozen new offers of sexual congress from women, and at least one or two from men. There were crowds in his hallway every afternoon and evening. In fact, there were women in each of the shower rooms right now hoping to get a glimpse. Years and years ago Calvin and i were buddies. We went to the samehighschool, attended the same college, graduated with the same degrees andwent to work for the same company. I don't even know how we becamefriends as we couldn't be more different. Calvin was always looking atthe brighter side of life. Nothing could seem to bring him down, and healways saw the glass as half full. On the other hand, I always focused onthe cloud inside the silver lining. Nothing ever really brought me.