Come in, I called out after releasing an exasperated sigh. Moments later, the door swung open and my best friend walked in. For the purposes of this s...ory, lets call her CandyI do not want to use her real name by fear of her learning of the kinky fantasy that would soon follow. Are you asleep? asked Candy. Yes. She hesitated for a second, as if unsure if I was actually asleep of just saying thatplease do not think less of her, she was quite drunk. Finally, she realized I was being sarcastic.. They twirled, swirled, and tangoed, sharing not only the heat of their mutual touch and the wetness of their saliva, but the tanginess of Dante’s pearly gravy.Nancy broke from the muculent smooch, glaring at Threads with half-slits for eyes and fiery, unrestrained lust. She turned around, bent over at the same time nudging Abs to the other side of the couch, and stuck her pretty, little ass up and at Bob.He simply gawked.The compact rear was spread, available, and primed to be fucked. There was. In short, a typical customer of this place and completely unlike our victim." Okay," Miller sighed. "It looks like we probably got ourselves a homicide. Let's comb this room carefully and tag everything that might even remotely be of value. This is gonna be a high profile case so let's not screw anything up." You got it, Sarge," Wilson said. "You think that maybe this is a vigilante thing?" He of course knew of Buckingham's reputation."Yep," Miller agreed. "And if I'm right, the person who did. Today, however, only Sally, Molly and the children arrived with the 'dogs'. In the evening sessions another girl worked alongside the owner but it was now lunchtime and midweek. These lunchtime sessions wereusually quiet and the restaurateur worked alone. The cafe? catered mainly to the early evening joggers and weekend trade. After Sally and Molly were served, the cafe owner arrived to join them at their table. The owner's name was Jane and she was an utterly convincing transvestite. .