I slid her panties to the side and probed her lips. She jumped back slightly feeling her face flush. "Very wet." I looked up at her devilishly. I will...see you very soon at the house. Wear no stockings, something obscenely short and a thong." As I made my suggestions to her, she pulled down her tight skirt and started for the door. Jessica arrived wearing tight skirt and mid drift top enhancing her hot sexy body. I offer Jessica a glass of wine as we go to sit on the sofa. After two glasses of. 'Better tuck him away, just in case', and as I looked at him, he unashamedly pushed his imaginary cock in between his legs and crossed them, as if to keep it in-situ, I burst into laughter, and was still laughing when she stood alongside us, staring incredulously.'Sorry, sorry, I repeated, he just said something funny', and she relaxed and put his beer on the table and my coffee in front of me, adding that the man from the other end of the bar bought it for me, and as I looked into her face,. She was 35, dyed blonde with hair just below the shoulders, straight and beautiful. She was slim, slender, with gorgeous third size breasts. ..she took advantage of her appearance and position, and this infuriated many. Once we had a year for the company, and we all got together for a walk. I drank a little, and from the boiled one I sent her a text message. It was like, let’s talk bitch, seriously today. ..she wrote ok, wait for the evening when everyone leaves. She carried on well all evening. She just needed answers. And now she had them. Turns out that the department was right. Her mother’s killer was both…dead and convicted in other crimes. The man had been executed for killing six white women. In exactly the same way that he had killed her mother. But because her mother was black they had never made the connection to crimes that bore a remarkable resemblance to her mother’s death. So now she knew. Knew who killed her mother. She even knew why. The FBI had profiled the man.