It was hanging down to her waist in long curls that just begged to be handled.Then she noticed my new watch. I own over seventy watches, all are large...and expensive-looking, although the one I was wearing cost only sixty dollars.“Wow!” she said when she saw it. “That’s a gorgeous watch?”“Thanks! I just got it.”“Oh, I’d love to know where you bought it. My boyfriend’s birthday is next week. He’d love a watch like that!”I saw her question as a great opportunity, but I would have to be very. That I was setting her up.The home phone rang four times and went to voicemail. This was strange; Sybil was supposed to be home by this time of the afternoon. Maybe she was simply in the bathroom. I called again five minutes later and got the same result. I waited ten more minutes and then I left a message telling her that I would be home at about 6:15 and told her about the call from Deputy Gibson and my lack of knowledge about anything concerning the pending visit.As I hung up, I grinned to. I can feel it. Gawd, it’sso hot. It’s so deep inside me. Come on baby. Fill mewith your cum.”She took a hand off his butt and used it to bring hishead down to hers. She kissed him on the lips and I heardher whisper, “Stay with me tonight. You feel so perfectinside me. Those parts of my body belong to you. Takewhat you want from me, anytime you want.”She seemed to notice my movement from behind them and shecontinued, “John understands. Today you helped John. Hope you enjoy it. The authorwelcomes criticism of any kind. This material is for adultsonly. Absolutely no distribution to minors is justified underany circumstance(s).Note: Reading the author's previous work "Where Angels Fear toTread" will provide background information and is recommended.This story is told in a series of first person accounts by thecharacters involved. Click your heels together three times and Chapter One - DarlaAnother Saturday night at Joanne's. God, it seems like.