As the weekend dawned, Glenn relaxed somewhat. She figured that LoriCorpwouldn't send anyone after her because they probably didn't want to paythe ove...time. He made contact with a reporter from the Village Voice whowanted to hear his bizarre tale, and if he thought it was able to bebacked up with solid proof it would be in the paper on Monday, andLoriCorp would be finished! He made his way through the apartmentcleaning it up and disposing of the mess he had made over the past fewdays. He. She was sitting at a small table, data pad in front of her and a half-full beverage at her elbow. One hand was pecking away at the pad while the other was making fitful gestures as she talked the air in front of her. She was having an animated discussion with someone and had engaged a hush field. Everything looked normal, except for her shoes. She was wearing a pair of comfortable shoes, the kind that offered plenty of arch support and that seem to be almost a uniform for cops everywhere. No. That hard button felt good beneath my fingers as I brought her to orgasm. She cried out as she came, clamping her legs around my hand. She slumped back onto my chest and smiled. My erection squeezed between us. We continued to wash each other, she turned around to wash me, gently soaping me down and paying particular attention to my hardness. Her soapy hands gripped me gently as she ran her hands up and down my shaft, teasing the swollen head with gentle touches. She soaped her fingers again. "Because I've wanted you for so long."Kristen could only gaze at her friend in wonder. This was her fantasy come true. She couldn't speak, but raised her arms over her head to help Courtney remove her t-shirt. Under it she wore a rather conservative bikini top. "You have such beautiful skin," said Courtney, running her hands over her friend's body. Melinda couldn't agree more. Kristen had a creamy white complexion with hints of pink.She turned self conscious again when Courtney began to undo.