”“I am Sandra, nice to meet you” I said realizing that I am wearing just tiny black shirt and black lace panties. Also I noticed bulge on his pa...ts. He laid on bed next to me and started to talk about himself, his job. I was listening him, but also my eyes were checking bulge on his pants.Few seconds later he told me that he knows story about my vacation and slowly started to descend my tank top shirt revealing my left boob.“I noticed that you are looking at my pants and probably asking your. Poindexter. Four-eyes. Pizza face. Yeah, I remember them all. Looks like I got the last laugh though, don't it?"Her eyes would have bugged if they could as her memory crashed together like a jigsaw puzzle made from broken glass. Larry! What was his last name? Larry...Mill-something was all she could remember.Larry Mildew is what they'd called him. An ugly misfit that couldn't even fit in with the dorks. He was an ugly k** and had grown to an even uglier man. The fact that she was at the mercy. We are looking for Shirley.Oh, you’re Shirley?Shirley is a nice looking lady for being 65. She is about 5’4” tall and weighs about 125 lbs. She has short gray hair, and her tits are huge and she has a nice plump ass.We are going to have to take you down to the precinct for questioning.It is procedure that we handcuff you for our protection, so please turn around and put your hands behind your back.You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a. I groaned and the guy next to me said:"Rockies fan?" Unfortunately. Looks like they are going to join all of my other disappointments." You sound like you have a bunch." Don't I though. A job that sucks. A house that I don't want or need and can't sell because of the current economy. A losing season for the Broncos, the Rockies about to let me down and all that on top of an unfaithful whore of a wife who I kicked to the curb when I caught her cheating on me." Jesus guy. It sounds like it sucks.