After reading stories, I got a craze for my ladies undergarments and I wanted to check my sister’s stats. I started noticing my sister how beautiful...she was and how much she loved me.She used to go to college a little early and I used to watch her in the mornings acting as if I was asleep but no luck.Once she was out of the bathroom I would jump in the bathroom and look for her panties and bra.At that time, I got know that her bra size was of 34b and panty size was 85-90 and she had two color. Christopher slowly moved his hands down his body up his thighs to his ankles and began to slowly pulled them out to his sides. The wider he stretched his legs the more I scooted up into his anal opening till I had sunk my cock all the way to my pubic hair. Christopher was very obedient and followed my instructions with little protest. With my cock (pubic deep) in Christopher's anus I took hold of his nipples and begin to twist them like I wanted, the little bitch moaned and whimpered as I. The best surprise, though, was when SAC Charles Dupree showed up. Chuck was an old friend. A friend from when I first arrived on the mountain. He was in his signature rumpled suit, just as much out of place in Elk City as it was in the FBI. Suzy and I immediately invited him and his partner to lunch at Mabel’s.After lunch, while we were enjoying our coffee, Charles let me know that he would be retiring. But that he had one last assignment to take care of.I was a little apprehensive. I didn’t. There in his darkened cell, in the early hours of the morning he assessed himself and his situation. The first girl, Sandy, he realized, was little more than a gilded hobby horse, a mirage with the buttons, bells and whistles. She’d dazzled him with her artificiality and the superficial charm typical of the shallow and the emotionally frivolous, the irrelevant. Sandy was the shiny wind up toy, the cheap masquerade doll, the frill one won while standing in the false evening light of a.