The lash curlers had worked out better than expected, and despite my nervous hands, I had accomplished a delightfully vampish look, complete with sult...y ruby red lips. I smiled and admired my alter-ego, the girl who was me, with her long dark curly hair (a wig), wearing her black velvet mini-dress and thigh-high stockings. It would be almost a week before Steph came home, and I needed to take advantage of that. Several more evenings of fun lay ahead. I went to the bedroom and flopped down on. The Inspector breathed a blasphemy, then an obscenity, and covered thecorpse with the stained sheet that had covered so many before. He didn?tneed Holmes to tell him that one of these brothers had forced himself onthe dead performer, found out that ?she? wasn?t even female, and took outhis hurt pride in murder. Or his brother had. It couldn?t be proved, andthe Freres Lyonnaise had to be released. Lestrade had solved the case,even if there was no prosecution and no conviction.The ?young lady?. Now coming to the story, her house was located right behind mine and she lived with her child. I used to spend most of the time at her house and play with her child. There were times when she used to wear just a long skirt and a tight tshirt revealing the shape of her huge melons and I used to get instant hard on. Each time she bent to pick things up I used to get a clear view of her cleavage. Gradually we became good friends and our chats used to get a little bit naughty and personal. She used. "Oh, John, oh, you're the best, just the best. I'll do whatever you want. I'll suck you off any time you want, forever and ever. Oh, I love you so much. Remember, I'll suck you whenever, okay?" "I think I'll remember that, yes. I'll see in the morning if we can keep the space here two more days. Most schools started two weeks ago so it shouldn't be a problem." She rolled me over on my back and fucked me until I finally gave up what cum I still had left. Then, we both fell into a deep, happy.