We'll call you when we get off the plane." Did you ever evolve past the Stone Age, Sarge?" I asked. In the army, he was notoriously computerphobic."OH... yeah. I'm emailing and Facebooking and all that crap." Gimme an email address. I'll send you my address and stuff." Okay. I'll just text it to you." Gotcha. You ARE evolved." Alrighty," he said. "Ell-Tee. Stoney. I'm looking forward to seeing you again." Me too, Sarge. Great hearing from you." Bye!" Click.I looked at Jo. "I met his wife. She was. Irealized I could use this time to explore the lingerie I'd wanted to tryon last night, but I really didn't know how long it was going to take toget ready. I settled on a white sundress with a purple floral patternthat rose from the hem, thinning out as it reached the bodice. I held itup against me noticing how the high, tapered waistline would have theskirt likely flare around my hips. Turning to my underwear drawer, Ipicked out a simple white cotton thong and matching bra to wear, and. The last thing Jane Cummings wanted was a lineup and she hoped to fend off the request by providing the photo array.I glanced at the photos and back at Jane. Then I glanced down at the photos again."I'm going to request a lineup," I said finally."Oh, bullshit," Jane spat. "This is just a waste of time."I took another look at the photos."Jane, did you interview my client?" I asked."No, he requested an attorney before he was even booked," she said. "He knows the system. He should. He's been in it. .. Uh..." as Andy continued to pay homage to her nubbin. Soon, oil was visibly leaking from her pussy slit as she writhed and wiggled with Andy's ever motion.He moved the two middle fingers of his right hand to her pussy slit and coated his fingers with her oil. Once he had a good application all over his fingers, he slipped them into her cunt hole. Without knowing it, Andy was lined up exactly right with Elizabeth's G-spot so that he touched it with his finger tips and he moved them a bit.