“I know you loved that purse so I found one on the ‘Net,” I said. “The last one made.”“Thank you thank you thank you. I’ll just chance m... junk,” and she dumped the old one out on the table. Quarters rolled off on the floor.I sat down and started stacking money.“I was just going to sweep it all into the new one,” she said.“You need to get rid of useless junk,” I said.“Okay,” Wendy said and sat. She went through paper and I stacked coins.“Be right back,” I said.Wendy never even looked up. She. .”“Hindenbergish?” She suggested with a grimace.“Not hot enough.” I charmed but she just looked put upon.“Up again are we? C’mon, let’s go see Doc Vanessa and I’ll catch you up. Do you remember your last flash?” She waddled ahead and was talking far quicker than she could move. I put on the snarkiest smile I could.“Can you still fuck?”“Jesus, Brian!” She flipped her hair when she turned her head, “You know how sick Doc Vanessa is of scooping out your jizz before every exam.”“I don’t even know. Silently she sneaked inside, trying to keep watch in all directions.The first person she saw was standing in the kitchen. He did not match the pictures of Clive. More importantly he was busy attaching a silencer on a gun. Jennifer silently stalked closer. She was almost by him when he looked up and saw her. He did in fact recognize her. Fortunately this made him lose a moment and Jennifer got the time to kick his groin. The effect was brutal, lifting him from the floor up on the kitchen sink.. " Am I that readable? How did you know I was aroused?" You wouldn't be much of a man if you weren't and you have one hell of a lump in your pants. Anyway lets get back to the house."Although there was a lot of noise from other parts of the house, the den was vacant. The aroma of pussy hung in the air like a blanket of smog in the city. I tried to be nonchalant but I could see Pat noticed it too. The couch that had recently been host to Karen Guy's ass how had a big wet stain on it. Something.