‘Why you never called me?’ he asked. She just looked down, and made her shrugging face ‘I didn’t want to worry you…’ came from her sad sm...le. ‘You know me better, my petite,’ he said, looking forward, and as he got to the park he stopped the car, and looking at her, he continued ‘I always worry about you.’ he said. She smiled again ‘I miss this too.’ He felt compelled to scream at her, but he just spoke in a low voice, to ask her ‘Why, you stubborn girl, you know I’m your friend, you know we. Looking down I smiled at my pert 36C breasts. While not the biggest around they certainly gave the boys something to look at, and more importantly, play with. Sliding my feet out from under the covers I looked at myself sideways in the mirror over the dresser. Still had that nice S shape that, again, liked to draw some attention whether wanted or not. Countless hours in the gym doing squats and exorcising had made my booty something that could be recruited for a lewd rap video. And standing at. I leaned back to unbutton and removed my shirt. Partly to make the anticipation linger , but mostly because I was overheating from excitement! I moved back in, pushed her remaining clothes to one side and let my tongue work open her slit. I love the taste of a woman. It’s so primal, like the taste of the ocean. My eyes were closed and all I was aware of was her cunt, her moans and how much I wanted to be inside of her. There is no rushing this sort of thing- I sucked and. I would gladly pay for both you and your partner toreturn to this... club, and then continue your investigation." Alright," Jack said, trying to sound a little hurt for her sake. "Thatchanges things. We'll head over this afternoon. Can I ask you a fewmore questions, though?" Of course." Well, I don't know how to ask this delicately, ma'am," he started."You say that you have a strong suspicion that Arnold Clemson wasmurdered or that there is some foul play going on here. You obviouslysuspect.