" Oh yes, I planned to tell Emma. Just not right away. Instead, I crept quietly into her room and turned her alarm clock off. It was part of my plan. ...en minutes later, Tom showed up, his hair covered with snowflakes. After I welcomed him with a kiss, I took his hand and led him quietly upstairs to my bedroom. I wasted no time pulling his clothes off, then I took off my robe. We climbed into bed and I covered us up with the sheet. With my hand under the sheet, I reached over and grasped his. I. I was not really a P.I. because that would mean committing to a field that held little allure for me. Most of the P.I.'s that I knew were alcoholics or failed policemen looking to scratch out a living on the edges of society.Most of the stuff I did was sheer bullshit and boredom but now and then an interesting scenario did arise that sort of compensated for all the crap. I had lost contact with "Julie" my eighteen year old muse with the tightest pussy I had ever navigated. She gave me a line. “Oh God!”She gripped me so hard that it hurt a little. Sheri rubbed my cock head against her so hard I thought I was going to cum.“Fuck yes,” she managed to get out. “Baby!”I rubbed her nipples with my fingers and she continued using my dick like a sex toy against her pussy.“Yeah, yeah,” she moaned. “I’m so fucking close”With that, I reached around and grabbed my dick and started rubbing it against her. She leaning back until she found just the right spot.“Right there, right there, right. Mat is a gentleman, and his only priority right now is taking care of Abby. She likes being the only girl in his life, but lately she wonders if he gets lonely. If he touches himself the way she heard guys always like to do.Thinking about that makes her blush, but it also makes her wet between the legs for some reason. Every day that passes, she can tell she is getting more sexually frustrated, and she doesn’t know how to relieve herself.One night after dinner, Abby and Mat are sitting on the.