My mother's body hung for all to see in our living room. The original art, framed in the same eighteenth century frame, which my disgraced father had ...et it in. Mother had gotten possession of me, the painting and a small fortune from my cleric dad, who didn't need a vow of poverty after mom got through with him. The lawyers sorted out the financial end, but my mom could hardly go out ever again in public. She was dubbed the "White Lady", though everyone knew who she really was.But my mother. "Well," she said. "Are you going to just stand there, or what?" I smiled at her, then turned my head over my should at Will. His eyes glistened with anticipation. I smirked at him, then slowly bent over to display my juicy, round ass for him. I wore his favourite pair of white, lace panties just for this moment. I placed my lips against Cecilia's, kissing her gently. She grabbed me by my cheeks and pulled me into bed, positioning me on top to straddle her. She kissed me deeply. It was as if. And of course we are still friends, I mean whom else but a friend would go through this? It takes balls. You still got balls, right?" He added smiling."Yes I do, although they are pressed pretty tightly inside the panties and pantyhose." Said Terry, finally exhaling a breath he had not realized he was holding."Panties too? Turn around and let me see all of you." Dave asked, with a little tremor in his voice.Slowly Terry turned. When he had turned all the way back around, he saw that Dave was. Dave said you’d be looking for me. I was here last night, but I don’t know anything. I closed up a little after three, and took a cab home. I handed her the pictures of Tony. “Was he in here, or maybe out back sometime during the night.” Angie studied the photo for several seconds and then shook her head. “No, don’t remember him. He’d have stuck out. We get mostly regulars in here.” “Where’s your bouncer? Maybe he saw this guy.” “Haven’t had one for a month or so. Last one got a little greedy.