The customers seemed to really enjoy watching the girls workout in the living room.If Betty was available, she would also participate with the girls. ...aren liked to make her stand up and snap to attention and then squat very low on her perch – impaling her asshole down on the fat dildo by the couch. Karen was kind enough to give Betty time to lube her asshole between sessions so she wouldn’t hurt herself – but her ass was almost always stretched out between sessions. These sit-down/stand up. Ed said, “You might want to help your partner follow the bad guys, so that leaves the FBI agent to be chauffeur.”The agent introduced himself, “I’m Special Agent Hans Standford, Dr. Biggers.”Ed replied, “Nice to meet you Hans. This is my husband, Leroy. Please call me Ed.”“I thought you were married to John Carter.”“We are,” answered Leroy.The drive back to the house was uneventful. Both Leroy and Ed were lost in their thoughts, each making an occasional comment. Disturbed by the wounds, Ed. Kate picked up the second newspaper clipping. It was an article about Jacob’s memorial service at St. Anne’s and at the cemetery. The large accompanying photo showed what looked like hundreds of people at the church. This article, like the other, recited his community service and service to his country, the fact he was loved by many people, and he was a quiet philanthropist, never looking for the spotlight. Many from the community spoke at the service. They represented a cross-section of the. "Terri frowned with confusion. "Why's that?" 'Cause now you're gonna think I'm weird."Her frown turned into a soft smile. "I don't think you're weird, Bobby.In fact, knowing how you feel makes things a little simpler." How's it simpler?" Well, I hope you don't take this the wrong way but... everything aboutyou seems to say 'girl.' " You mean like the way my hair looks and the clothes I'm wearing?"Terri brushed the tangled hair from my face. "Well, your hair is alittle long, but I've seen boys.