”"Wow," she giggled. “Do you want to see my pussy?”I nodded like a village idiot and watched as she lifted her skirt and gave me what was the fi...st in-person view of a pussy I had ever seen; it was almost hairless, just a small downy covering of dark curly hair and red puffy lips.Throwing caution to the wind, I said: “You can play with it. I would love to watch.”She sat on the couch spread her legs, and while still sniffing the cum soaked knickers, she started rubbing her pussy with her other. A few blocks from the school and about eight more to go I jumped as a car honked at me “Hey Emma!” I turned seeing Mr. Jenson in his old rusted up car with a big smile on his face. “Hey Mr. Jenson.” I smiled and continued walking as his car kept even beside me. “Why weren’t you in school today?”“Well I just didn’t feel like going.” he smirked. “You know teachers hate it almost as much as students do. Hop in.” he smiled and stopped the car opening the door. “Okay!” I smiled then stopped and. Go upstairs,” she said, “we’ll join you in a minute.”While my mother walked to the front door, I got up and walked out of her study in the direction of the stairs, without caring about the threads of semen that were hanging from my shrinking dick, that stuck to my legs as I walked. While I ascended the stairs I could hardly realize in what kind of situation I now found myself. My own home had all of a sudden become sort of a sex paradise, with no room for any inhibitions whatsoever!Having. He took me to register as a visitor and then back into the squad room where a form was taken out of a file cabinet and the process began. Name, address, SSN, phone number, serial number of gun. The works. Once we were done with all of that, the gun went to holding and copies of the form were given to me and one went to records."So is this enough of a report for the insurance company?" No, but the official arson report and police report are enough and you can use them to get a new pistol along.