"Don't you need to tow my car to search for evidence?" I asked the detective.He shook his head. "If the officer had seen anything he'd have bagged it....The only other reason we'd need evidence now is to find the guy that took you hostage and charge him." With a brief glance at the body, he shrugged. "I don't think that'll be necessary now."That made more sense than I expected, despite the many episodes of CSI I'd watched, and I drank more coffee while the detective ran me through the events. He knew he should be over the moon that she’d made any kind of move toward a serious relationship with him. He’d been waiting on her to give him some kind of sign, trying not to push her or move too fast. And now to his surprise she’d been the one to bring it up, even if she’d twisted things around so it seemed like he was the one who was asking for it. Whatever the case, it was settled now and he was happy about it, but couldn’t seem to shake the stress of his day. It wasn’t like him and he. By hand. I want it on my desk in 48 hours." Rocio had been listening quietly as she sat on the sofa. Now she called me to her and made me kneel at her feet. As she uncrossed her legs, I saw a flash of dark pubic hair. She was not naturally blond; nor was she wearing panties.“Kiss my feet, boy. Pretend they are delicious.” I removed her pumps, took her left foot in my hand and lifted it to my mouth. I started kissing its sole, then worked around to the instep and ankle. I had feared her feet. ) Carol's eyes went wide open and a big smile appeared when she realized what had happened. Crushing her breasts against me, she said, "Jeff, I have wanted you from the first moment we started communicating." We didn't say another word as our bodies and emotions took over; we were being controlled by some outside force. As our orgasm's subsided, I started crying. Carol held me tight and let me cry myself out.She pulled me from the bath, and while drying me off, Carol kissed me and said,.