"Yes, it is Oliver Prutton. You are chasing me."The Inspector snorted. "In the interests of fairness I should tell you that this call is being recorde... and will be used as evidence against you."Oliver's heart was beating furiously and he felt butterflies in his stomach. "OK. Well if I give myself up, hand everything I have in, do I get to go free?"The Inspector gave a whistle. "So how do I know this is for real?"Oliver sniffed. "Cos you would have searched my drawer in the Double Glazing," he. She had wanted him too, but how could he have done this to his baby? Now he felt like blowing his brains out.He was trying to figure out how to deal with what he had done when the bathroom door opened and there stood Crystal crying. George jumped out of the shower and grabbed her hugging her tight he started crying himself and whined " I'm so sorry baby." He intended on just giving her a fatherly kiss but as his lips neared her check she turned her head just enough so his lips met her's. George. A sound escaped from two of the men as they quickly drew in their breaths. And then one of them said, “Oh yeah.”That comment seemed to relax all of them, and they followed. “You’re beautiful,” “Look at you, honey.” “You got nice tits.”I was surprised at these comments. I didn’t know what to make of them at first. But they continued; as they would all evening.Reggie lifted my blouse off my shoulders and dropped it on the chair. He lifted my bra off. I stood topless in front of four strange men.. “There’s a time and place for such vulgarity, and this is neither the time or the place,” Louise said, mocking our mother, who sometimes used that expression when our dad said something out of place, or told an off-colour joke. We both laughed, but I never thought I’d hear those words in circumstances like this, with my sister’s pussy, open and glistening with moisture, right in front of my face. “So,” I started, “what was this favour you wanted?” “Well”, Louise said, “this is a serious.