The bigger man is a thinner, older and slightly shriveled version of Peter Freeman. There is a strong family resemblance with the shorter man as well....omment: Mahler held up the drawing and looked back and forth between it and Peter. He grunted then opened his file and drew out a photo of the first drawing that Bec had done on her wall above her bed. He compared the two pictures and grunted at the similarities and scowled at the differences.Dr K: (clearing throat) Detective Mahler, I did warn. Still grasping me firmly, you lean down, touching a nipple to my cheek as you whisper, in a voice dripping with sensuality, “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”Quickly you adjust your position, I feel air on my cock, and then it’s sandwiched between my stomach and your pussy. I notice you've altered the crotch of your shorts so in the middle it's basically a string, which you’ve now pulled aside. It’s a smart alteration, only noticeable when you're spreading your legs like you are now.Then. The knock on the door was soft and she opened the door, the girl came in and was she beautiful, wow, she was about five foot seven, trim with perky tits, blonde with and ass and legs that were eating material only, wow!We introduced our selves and she said her name was Jamie, all I could do was stare, mom broke the trance by smacking my butt, and offered up more drink, the conversation got around to them fucking each other actually for quite some time and suggested she wanted to do some. "God, I love the feel of your breasts pressing against me." I groaned, "Sit back a bit and let me slip off our shirts." Julie released me and sat back a little but rather than let me slide her shirt off, she pulled it up over her head and dropped it aside as I did the same with mine. We resumed kissing and tonguing each other with her naked titties now mashed against my bare chest. She cuddled me to her as I slid my hands down her body and slipped them in under the waistband of her knickers and.