We don't have a lead to the cooker we can follow. We also don't have enough on any of them to arrest them. You were a throwaway dealer. I don't know w...y they contacted you again. They only need the name of one user at the school. Then the word will get around, and the other users in the high school you were servicing will go to your dealer. We don't want you involved beyond helping us put together an iron-clad case against your dealer. We'll use him to roll up the others involved." Okay," I. Late one afternoon we were having one of those beers and the bartender was a particularly well-endowed young woman. That, of course, started us talking about sex.We started to compare notes and it seemed as if we liked the same things (hello, who doesn’t like a blow job?). But Rick and Lisa were more adventuresome then Beth and I ever were. Maybe it was the beers but Rick started sharing what I considered to be pretty intimate details. We were like two high school boys talking about sex. I. I shook my head in disbelief, grabbed my briefcase, and headed to the parking garage. Just as before, the drive into the country did me a world of good and as I once again passed out of the shady oak tunnel Tanglewood revealed it self to me. This time Mr. Emerly was standing on the veranda at the stop of the steps and quickly came down to open my car door. ‘I’m so glad you could make it, Miss Prentiss. As you very well know, I entertain rarely but do enjoy it immensely when I do. I have been. ’ I did not utter a word, turned by back to her and tried to sleep. Bhabi patted me on my head, like a mom pats her child. Her fingers moved along my face. She kissed me lightly on my cheek, hurled my hair and started moving her hand on my back. I had no sex feeling that time – she was like mom. She put her hand on my hand and turned me to face her. I turned and opened my eyes. I was awed to see what I saw. Bhabi was in her bra and panties, leaning on one side. Her globes – big, round and firm.