I might never meet another man who could measure up. . . .I would not pass up this opportunity! With the plan under way I slept soundly that night aft...r giving ‘my Man’ a good view of my most erotic pose. I knew immediately when he saw it.. . .pure lust! Next day, Friday, was the day set for action. I was ready. Friday dawned bright and clear as we prepared for the day. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth while he was shaving. The closeness of our bodies in the small bathroom resulted in. Each time she leaned over the bed her short red skirt would ride up exposing the rest of her upper legs and exposing the 2 wonderful halves of her ass. When she laid down on her back on the next bed I was floored. No panty covered her pussy. Instead, two full plump lips pushed together like lips waiting to be kissed stared back at me. So incredibly smooth and bare, begging to be licked, spread apart and made love to with a tongue. As quickly as she laid down, she got back up and went to the. It looked like a low-rise ball bearing factory. Undistinguished, could be anywhere. Except for the imposing wrought iron fence.Agent Morristown was as nondescript as his building. In his 50s, balding, round tortoiseshell glasses, navy blue suit.He had worked with Daddy for years. Homicide Captain Dave Jennings was one of the few local officials who willingly cooperated with the Feds. Daddy had told me, more than once, “The FBI is a resource, a useful tool. Fuck who gets the credit, solve the. " Her mother responded walking upstairs disappointed in her daughter.Sandra drove over to Stacey's house where she'd pick up her friends. It was almost eleven that night and she knew the club would be overcrowded by the time they arrived. Sandra's friends looked just as radiant as she did. Lisa had her short black hair decorated with shiny little pins which matched her short dark blue dress. Stacey wore her long blonde hair loose letting it flow everywhere. Her short red dress could kill.The.