Every day was pretty much the same. Deciding to move on, she reached down and idly scratched an itch on her thigh. Spring had fully sprung and she ha... on a short black skirt with a tight, black and white striped long-sleeve top. It was a very thin material and the horizontal stripes stretched tautly across her full chest. She had on a black headband and her soft, silky hair fell a few inches past her shoulders. She looked very nice, and outside the shortness of her skirt, it was a pretty. I like it short. Brush, brush, brush ... Shake my head. Brush some more. Straighten my bangs. Open the door.He’s sitting on a chair pulling his socks on.My turn to do the same. Five minutes, we’re dressed, bags packed, and out the door.Breakfast is at a little diner. I miss OUR coffee, but this is good enough. We drag around a bit before hitting the first of the day’s museums.Art. It’s a personal thing, a person’s tastes. We looked at a lot, talking quietly between ourselves, finding that he. Once we planned to go for a long trip out of Chennai probably a falls & as per plan we started around 10am from our meeting point & she was looking gorgeous in her white top with blue jean combination.As usual our foreplay started as she opened my pant zip & took my penis inside her mouth, We are on high way so no one could notice the happenings inside our car & I started slowly to rub her left breast which she understood & asked me to stop the car near some bushes , I was shocked that she. We had one so-called eyewitness pick out the new vicar the other week; accused him of being a mugger. The witness was old and he knew he'd seen the vicar somewhere before; he didn't recognise his mistake until he went to church the following Sunday.With that Sergeant Dexter thanked me again and shook my hand, then led me outside, to where Ronnie was waiting, and wondering where in hell I'd got to."Those so called eyewitnesses picked me out of the line-up." I told him with a grin as we walked.