It was like the pictures were of two strangers instead of one stranger and one loved one. As such, they were just examples of low-grade pornography.It...occurred to me I didn't want these left behind just in case I died over in Afghanistan and someone had to go through my personal things. Impulsively, I pushed everything else back into the box and closed it, leaving out the pics. Then I put the photos through my shredder. In a few moments, they were unintelligible bits of glossy, colorful paper. " I shrugged,"No problem." As I turned to walk away she added,"My name's Sharon." I turned back to see her pointing to a small name plate resting on a very nice chest."Hi Sharon, I'm...well I guess you already know my name." She laughed and I went to wait. As I waited I tried leafing through a magazine while trying not to get caught checking out Sharon. Sharon happened to find a need to get up and rearrange some items on a shelf. This gave me a good look at a very nice full butt in a tight. Again and again she tried to break free, but my hands roamed all over her, her back and her ass. I rubbed and squeezed her ass as I continue to explore her mouth.She's dressed in a flowing blue dress, her hair is down around her shoulders, long and brown and shining. Her breasts are small raised mounds under the dress, she's taken off her bra. Her stomach flat, her hips narrow. She smiles at me. I smile back. My cock is rock hard, aching, and twitching it's been hard all the way over here.. I know you'vealready spoken to the police but we want to hear it ourselves." OhFrank. I hadn't thought about him since I was locked in the trunk ofBenny's car. I began to cry thinking about how my past cost him hislife. He would still be alive today if... I told them the same thing Itold the cops and they did the same thing too; scribbled into a blacknotebook. Agent Jackson seemed satisfied with my statement and wasabout to leave when Dansky started asking questions."Miss Watson, I.