There's nothing unusual about guys looking at my bust, they have been doing it every since they got past a B cup."Do you want to come with us?" the ol...er guy asked.Don't be silly, no way you pervs, I thought."Oh yes please," I heard myself answer, and I found myself walking after them towards the car park. What's going on here? what am I doing? I thought. Just then we reached their car, a large saloon. I'm not up on cars so I don't know what make it was. The older guy opened the back door and. Bewildered, Harry turned to chief sub Eric Park, a straight talker and cynical former Englishman trained in Fleet Street London near the end of that newspaper street’s glory days. Eric would know. ‘What’s this all about? I had nothing to do with Stage Two of our investigation, absolutely nothing.’ ‘This is nothing about that,’ Eric said, slapping his boss on the back, making his eyes water. ‘It’s all about what you’ve done with her in such a short time – everyone in the know, and in this. Dean sat back a little bit, no longer having to reach for her calf. He switched over to her other calf and her contented moans continued. She took her other foot and moved it out of Dean’s lap and set it on the deck. Doing that spread her legs a little bit. Her evening shorts are pretty loose; and even though she wasn’t flashing anything, I knew that she never wears panties under them. Dean looked over to me with a grin.It was perfectly quiet aside from the occasional moan from DeeDee. Dean. When class was over he asked me to stay behind. We went into his office and he asked me to sit down. He sat on the desk in front of me."Are you uncomfortable with being my partner?" he asked."No, of course not." Okay then. I will see you tomorrow."I walked home and thought about tomorrow. ~~~~~~The Next Morning~~~~~I woke up, jumped in the shower, did my make up and put on some clothes. I put on a light blue bra with a white sheer tank top and jean short shorts. When I was walking to school, a.