" Lisha turned her back on Michelle, with a casual wave of gloved fingers, and strolled away, effectively dismissing her.It's too bad she was so claus...rophobic. Prison might be worth the satisfaction of putting an entire generation of men out of their misery and doing in the little cat. Her fingers were itching to wrap around the grip of her gun so she hurriedly turned her attention to something else.The crime scene people were packing up their stuff, depositing latex gloves into evidence bags,. Blond, muscular and tall. I looked at my wife, and I could see she was eyeing the german man.He met her eye and smiled. Suddenly we both gasped. From his crotch grew a huge cock. I never knew white boys could be hung like that. I'm no tiny one, but next to this Adonis I felt positively inadequate.Gretchen, as the girls name was, crept close to me. I could feel her large, soft tits against my arm. “It's quite a tool Franz has there, isn't it?“I could only not for an answer. We were practically. ”Jared looked down at the semi-comatosed girl in front of him. It was the daughter and probably not more than sixteen years old at the most. And Mrs Clusky was right - she really did look like she was at deaths door as did the mother too.Jared watched as the old woman started peeling off the wet nightie of the mother so he followed suit with the daughter. He couldn’t help but feel a very strong twinge of guilt as the young girl’s breasts became fully exposed once the wet material was off over. .. so I bought a pair of decent headphones, brought in a decent CD and amp, got sorted, really. Except that I hit a complete block on one bit of the code ... didn't look at all like Dave's stuff - it was compact and efficient, for one thing - and it was helpfully annotated in German. So probably not his at all.Finally tracked the boss man down one afternoon and as expected he was no use at all - well, not directly: Promised to get me an e-mail address for the people who'd written it, but not.