So I was going to have to do this the old-fashioned way.I tickled her.Marissa was quite ticklish, and at the very least it always got her blood racing... She giggled and laughed and tried to fight me off, but I used my superior physicality to whip her shirt off. And while I kept tickling, I pinned her ass against my hips with an arm around her waist while I got her bra off as well.I finally let up on the tickling and began kissing the back of Marissa's neck, her skin now very sensitive to my. . That feeling, skin against skin.. Hadn’t been her, had it?..One of her arms slid down over her soft form, feeling the flesh of her body under her questing fingertips as they pressed down her skin, “A-ah..” she raised the hand and it drew near to her waist and felt soft hair.. Her fingers delicately gripping it, feeling it move down then up under her hand, in rhythm with the pleasure that welcomed her to the land of the living. Using her other hand she lifted the sheets up, eyes blinking. Theychatted online for an hour. Karen decided that she wouldn't be a spy.That anything she learned about the boys she was with she would nevertell their moms. After all she had an even bigger secret than they did.She also developed an interest in the cartoons and TV shows made fortweens that Justin and his friends liked. Justin developed interests inKaren's pass times and activities too. He learned how to cook and doneedle crafts. Justin also developed a love for the more matureprogramming. I can shorten or stretch it out. That way we can just follow it to the end,” she advised.I laughed. “It doesn’t really work that way. I don’t just pull mystery stories out of my ass,” I suggested.“Maybe you could do that. You know go back to some of your experiences as a policeman,” She suggested.“That would be a different show. One of those ‘cops r us’ things,” I replied laughing. “How about this you find a crime, nothing too dramatic, somewhere in the state. It can be solved or unsolved. Then.