..Nancy Drew - teen sleuth. Everybody knows her. She's been the talk of the town for years - always getting the bad guys.So, when you got the assignme...t from the newspaper to follow her on one of her current mysteries and write an expose, you jumped at the chance.You've always wondered, how does she always get the criminals to confess? She surely doesn't beat the truth out of them, but how can a little girl that small always find out the truth? That was what you were going to try to find out. ‘I guess I also thought, since you were drunk enough to not realize it was me, you were also drunk enough to not remember what you did.’Janelle sat there for another minute looking at the floor.‘Not that drunk,’ she whispered.‘Excuse me?’ I responded.‘I wasn’t that drunk.’ she said. ‘I knew something was different, but I figured that because of the alcohol.’She was silent for a short time. Then she continued, ‘I remember. She moaned that she was having an orgasm as she was grinding her pussy on me. I was in ecstasy. I love her so much, and as she was cumming, her beautiful titties were bouncing to our rhythm.She sat quietly on me for a minute or so, then she started to move again. She was grinding her wet pussy on me again, when I noticed that we had forgotten to close the curtains. The window was still open too. I was enjoying this too much to worry about that window.Suddenly, I saw the woman from the room next. Evans would be busy for hours yet.Peter - or rather Penny as he had become now that his transformationwas complete - left the house, locking the door behind him, andslipped nervously into the short lane leading to the village. Onlythree or four houses, aside from the farmhouse, stood on the lane, butPenny looked round anxiously as he walked between them. The communitywas a close-knit one and it would be a disaster to be spotted and evenworse to be recognised by one of the Evanses' neighbours..