Sandy smiled- the first time he had smiled in days. He suddenly realized how much he had missed her. Missed talking to her, debating with her, sharing...things about science with her. Screwing an assortment of girls was well and good, but it now seemed somehow- empty.Sandy sat down, overcome with emotion. He wanted to cry, laugh, hold Jennifer, impregnate Jennifer, and protect her from him all at the same time. Jennifer looked concerned again, moving next to him. He could smell her, the soft. He had hundreds of female fans. In fact, two of them attended the party, and had come a long way to ‘meet’ him. Arlette, Bertrand’s wife was also there, having organized the evening with all its sex games and activities. She was a well-known porn actress in the French-speaking world. Slim, big tits and bi-sexual, and now about fifty years’ old, but still as hot as hell. There were also two other young ladies, with beautiful nipples, who were starting out in the porn business, just like. Our kisses were tender at first, experimental, curious. I discovered it’s different kissing a girl. Her lips seem softer, her kisses more tender. Her hands began to explore my almost naked body. That’s different, too.Karen stepped back and spent a moment examining my Weasel. Once she figured it out she peeled it off me and I stepped out of it. Then I took her bikini off and our hands returned to once more explore each other’s body as we kissed.I’ve never touched another woman this way before.. " Thanks," Detective Stafford said. He stepped inside the small efficiency apartment and looked around. There was a twin bed pushed up against a wall with a small table next to it. The bed had a simple blanket spread over it and a single pillow. The table had a lamp and an alarm clock.The manager said, "He didn't have much."Detective Stafford went over to the kitchen table. There was a small stack of notebooks, a check book, and a shoebox of bills. He walked around the kitchen. Opening the.