Drishti: Don’t worry dear. I have an idea. Oh my! It’s making me wet in the pussy just by thinking about it (She leaned sideways lifting her left ...high up and rubbed her vagina with her fingers).Drishti showed me her moist finger and then took a taste of it. She explained what she was going to do to satisfy me. After moving a lot of things here and there she went to change her clothes. By the time I adjusted my position on the chair and stretched my arms she was back.This is where the. The alliteration in her name sounded poetic, but I deferred to her request. ‘Okay, Becky.’ As a distraction, I turned my eyes away to locate Dick Tracy, and spotted him hunched over relieving his bowels. She followed my eyes, and said, ‘Dogs have no shame.’ ‘No, they don’t.’ I said, pulling out a biodegradable poop bag from my suit pocket. Unsure of how to take the conversation from poop to private investigator business, I waited for her to start. Surprisingly, she asked, ‘Are you John. Again, herwords kind of burned in my soul. I realized if I didn't treat Cathy,and all women, better, I'd have to answer to Mandy. Jake was radiant.He wore white shorts that hugged his now round ass, and I could seehis panty lines through them. His nipples even poked through his pinkpolo shirt a bit. My mouth watered, though at the time I thought itwas just the smell of steak. I thought of poor Jake living with hisoverbearing wife, and my heart went out to him. His hair was down tohis shoulders. You weren't here last weekend. You gotta hear this. Let me go to the kitchen and I'll fill you in after supper."In the kitchen, Tori told Chef Jacques "Sorry I'm late, Chef, but the kids are organising a protest march against that moslem group Farouq was warning us against. Would you ask Farouq if he could give us a hand with the posters... ? We want to make them in Arabic as well as English." Tori could barely contain her excitement at the idea."Oh? What do you want to do?" We want to march.