I had a wardrobe full of long dresses and frilly clothes. Nothing wrong with that, I still wear long dresses or mini skirts to this day, in the summer...I wear next to nothing because I'm a woman and I can - it's so much more comfortable (plus I sweat a lot!). I like tight tops with plunging necklines and when I want to be sexy I can dress for it. I own dozens of pairs of shoes and I have sexy underwear, too. But back to when I was a child - back then I just put on what I was told to wear. When. The police believed neither her ignorance, nor her innocence.On the second page of the newspaper, the main article mentioned Clara’s name, describing how she, a Brazilian, staying at the nearby pension had alerted the police about the horrific place. Clara had asked the detective to leave her out of the newspapers, especially the fact that she was a federal police agent from another country.The reporters were so immersed in the scandal that they didn’t dig deeper into her identity. They were. I was gasping for air and sighing repeatedly as I tightened my arms around her and pulled her tight against me.For several wonderful glorious minutes, we both lay there, her hot quivering body pressed tight against me. Still deeply impaled on my love rod, I could feel her muscles tighten and then relax as they milked the last drops of my life giving fluid from me. Lying there supporting the full weight of my love, as she lay on top of me, I couldn’t imagine life being any better. It was if. ."It was an hour later when mom came marching into my room, not even bothering to knock though I was half expecting that, and hadn't locked my door either. I was still naked in fact, laying on top of the bed, watching porn on the TV, and hence had another nice hard erection waiting for her when she came barging in. She looked, most certainly as I had anticipated she would, though immediately drawing her eyes away from my erection, first glancing at the TV, and then into my eyes as she spoke."I.