"Good evening folks. I'm Mr. Bates, assistant coroner." He extended his hand to Janie but she did not offer her hand to him."I'm Janie Wilson. Can we ...ust get this over with?" Yes ma'am," replied Bates, "But I will need to see identification."Bates knew he didn't really need to see Janie's ID, but the fact that she didn't offer to shake his hand pissed him off. No one ever wanted to shake hands with the fucking coroner. He'd do his job by the book now rather than make things easy for the snooty. Then she kissed him deep putting her tongue in his mouth and running it around the inside. She then squirted oil on his chest and began to play with his nipples. She rubbed them between two fingers feeling them get hard and hearing Jo moan. Then she ran her hands down to his stomach and rubbed his stomach and lower to his cock. She took his cock and laid it across his stomach as she oiled his balls more. She oiled the fronts of his legs the pulled out the stirrups and strapped each leg to. From a closet, she pulled out futons and quilts. "Easier to keep a soft space in the closet than try to have a bed that's big enough." Carol looked at Curt and nodded; this was something we should do in our place."You realize, Melody, that even though I'm mostly attracted to men, I haven't been able to get my eyes off your boobs? Well, yes, I guess I did when you crossed your legs. Both of us ought to get some stage dance training, if only to understand what the repertory company does. But. Late Sunday morning I put on my LSU shirt and a pair of jeans and headed out for a walk. The downtown area was absolutely dead on Sunday morning. The center of downtown was probably bustling on weekdays, but on the weekends there was no one working there. I walked for twenty minutes looking for the hotel. I found myself looking at all the couples on the street, wondering if any of them were the ones. Was that cute chick with the nice tits the one? What about that young, way over weight couple?.