‘Yes, Honey, I’m still interested,’ Stacey replied in a sensuous manner, her eyes taking an obvious tour of Benita’s body. ‘Now?’ Benita s...id as she leaned in with a cocky grin of her own. ‘Sure. You don’t waste any time, do you?’ Stacey replied with a grin and a chuckle. ‘If we do this, we do this my way, understood?’ Benita said in a firm tone, her eyes, as yet never wavering from looking deep into Stacey’s eyes. ‘I usually like to be in charge, but you seem to be in such a mood . . . it. He was really interested in them. He then asked if I was turned on by him. I replied I was but figured he wasn't interested in an old man. He laughed and said he wanted to fuck someone! He said the only guy who let him in his ass screamed and he had to pull right out! I played dumb and told him to show me why. He pulled down his gym shorts and I saw his large cock. It was a good 8 inches or so slow and thick as a beer can and still growing as he stroked it. But the head of his cock was more. I needed a better look at her brilliant blue eyes, and she need to see my hazel ones, so I raised my glasses. "Hi" I said smiling, leaning on the counter as the other hand dug up my id and credit card "Good morning sir" she said with a thick southern accent, not slutty on but sultry. Smiling back at me, her dimples lifted up on her cheeks, GOD that was cute.By then I had gotten a better look, her dirty, blonde hair d****d over her tight pinstripe blazer pushing up her shimmery red blouse and. “Sorry Sister.”Jim asked, “It’s for real?”“I have to identify the body.” Agony personified.“Who said?”“Head Nursing Sister.”“Agnes Jenkins,” Jim knew her. He snapped his fingers and held out his hand. Automatically, I put the phone in his hand.“Agnes?” He asked.“Jim? James Mac?”“Yes, Agnes.” He queried, “Abbie’s dead?”“James, while it is tragic, mortality in New South Wales is between six and seven per one hundred thousand births. She was just too small for a normal birth and she was delayed.