He takes the shower head and careful washes the soap from her body, the showers powerful spraying feeling like a thousand pin pricks to her body as he...moves it gently to and fro washing away the soap. As he moves the shower down between her legs, the blast on to her clit is almost too painful to bear but at the same time brings her so close to orgasm but not quite.She feels him move away and then he moves her legs apart as he turns, crouches and then lifts his face to her pussy, eager to savour. The police still had my office under lock and key, much to the surprise of the people who shared the house with me. I’d received a call from Daniel’s counselor, Cora, before I even got to EFC, thanking me for the work I’d done and asking to be briefed on anything I could provide that didn’t breach a confidence. She was stunned when I told her what I’d discovered and why my office was taped off.“I can’t believe it. I wish I’d sent him to you sooner. I just can’t believe that it was a stalker and. I don't disappoint you.You moan again as I toy with your now drenched cunt. Damn, he's good, you think, wondering how you got so lucky. “I’m…glad you…came over,” you say through panting breaths. I chuckle. “So am I, darlin’,” I mutter before lowering my head to your cunt. My tongue flicks out lightly, teasing the clit that had once again extended between the lips. You gasp loudly, your hips thrusting forward automatically, trying to angle for more attention. I thrust my eager tongue once up. I rest easier knowing that our line will not perish.The letter was elaborately signed, "Joseph Bartholomew Stone." Maddy, now Matthew, read the letter countless times until she,now he, was sure it said the same thing. Finally, worn out fromthe revelations of the morning, he flung himself on the bed,noting that the absence of breasts made it much easier to lie onhis stomach! As he lay, a sense of understanding came over him,along with a certain degree of acceptance. He thought about.