He must be crazy," I said. She smiled. "Thanks, I think," she said. "But frankly, I'm a big girl, and I do what I want when I want. But, again, thank... for the compliment." "You're certainly welcome," I said. "What can I do for you? You need a new husband, boyfriend, slave all of the above?" She laughed, and so did I. "No, no, not at the moment," she said, letting me down easy. "Okay, I'll never get over my disappointment, but what is, is, I guess." "Let me introduce myself. I'm Doris. Charly and I walked to his house and he held my hand. I was was in heaven and I squeezed his hand. When we were in his long gravel driveway Charly kissed me. My heart pounded as I had never kissed a boy before. When he stopped kissing me his hand brushed against my breast. I felt a wetness in my panties that I had never felt before. Had I peed myself in my excitement? I stammered. "I have to go home now."I almost ran home and I remember that hand brushing my breast. I had to be an accident.. It had seemed fate when Gabe had left her side, leaving her standing in the pool of light from the streetlight, almost as if waiting for him to come and grab her. Then, those people coming out of the restaurant, crowding around her, pushing her towards the street, how could he pass up such a chance when it had presented itself? ‘Detective Sheri Brigman, prick, and you are under arrest. Turn around and face the garage door.’ Sheri waited until he did before quickly scanning the dark interior of. He slipped his fingers inside my thong and started finger fucking me."When I slipped my fingers into her pussy, I think she actually had a small orgasm."I turned my head and saw you in the mirror, watching from just outside the dressing room. I saw your cock was hard so I carried on. As he fingered my wet pussy with one hand, his other hand reached up and started to grope my wonderful tits, pinching my exposed nipples and making me moan."Again, I mimicked what he did in her story. Fuck was she.