"Who is it?" I asked, like one of the three little pigs."Mister Thompson? May I have a few moments of your time?" came the deep bass rumble I could fe...l in my bones."What do you want?" I asked. He looked like somebody Vito would send over to collect a bad debt, if Vito was African American. I didn't owe Vito any money, though."I'm with Senator Doe's office. May I come in please?" The doorknob rattled in sympathetic vibration with his voice.(Doe... get it? John and Jane Doe? I told you not to. It was a low-speed collision of two vehicles sliding toward each other with no control. But the impact had been enough to kill both my parents instantly. That’s what the police had said when they came to the door.I tried to hide my elation. What a demon child I must be to be happy my parents were dead. But I was. Ding dong the witch is dead. My head was immediately filled with plans to divorce Jesse, sell the house and move far away. Those plans, of course, were dashed when I found that my. ” I replied, “No nearly baby. Just wait and watch.”I proceeded downwards and took off her belt and unzipped her jeans. She took her legs upwards as I pulled down her jeans. Her panty was the only piece of clothing left on her amazing structure. She winked and said,”Why don’t you take that off using only your teeth? ” I loved the idea, kept my hands behind my back and tried taking off her panty using only my teeth. It was a struggle to be honest and it took me a few minutes plus some help from. Each time I undid a button I softly kissed the newly exposed skin, slowly working my way downward with each new button. Once your blouse came off, we hugged tightly and I massaged your back, feeling the firmness of your muscle tone, amazed at how such strength and such suppleness can exist at the same time, feeling your hard nipples pressing into my chest.I slowly unzipped your jeans and slid them down, and you stepped out of them. I led you to the bed and laid you down on your belly, and.