’ ‘That’s all right,’ Ben replied. ‘The other thing we must do,’ Will said, ‘is give the police blood and hair samples. They’re going ...o want to do blood and DNA tests and won’t have any problem getting a court order. I recommend giving the samples voluntarily.’ ‘OK,’ Ben said. Two hours later, Ben, Nancy, and Will walked out of the sheriff’s office. ‘Sheriff Martin is not a happy man,’ Will said when they reached his car. ‘I’m positive he’ll check out your story, Nancy. I hope the next time I. Wearing a shirt like this turns me on. It used to never be a thought. But that was before where the story of my past picks up. A button down shirt fetish wasn't something I ever heard of before I moved in with the person I mentioned in my first entry. His name is Scynthan. He's 6 foot 5 and has a decently slender body. He has a 7 inch penis too. Just perfect for me. When I first walked into his place, he placed a blindfold on me, unbuttoned my shirt, dropped my shorts and told me to step out of. Slowly, he released her, letting the suction make a satisfying smack, then dove right back in for another and then another. On the forth go, just as he was completing the cycle, she licked his upper lip. Enamored, he mimicked the action, letting his tongue taste and feel the texture of her supple lips. He pulled back to see her reaction. Her smile was a mile wide and when her eyes opened, they appeared to be hazy.She stared to tell him 'you're pretty good at that' but only got as far as 'you're. I was at Mom's Coffee Shop getting a last cup of coffee for the day and chatting with my daughter when a guy about my age walked in. Having never seen him before, I did the automatic cop thing, noting his description in my mind. Five nine, one sixty five, brown, brown. Dressed business casual, no hat, no tie.He sat at the first counter stool he came to which put him right next to the cash register.I noticed because it is a favorite seat for bandits wanting to grab when the drawer opens.This.