The remaining hours of the night passed slowly, the candles eventually burnt down and were extinguished, leaving me only the moonlight. Dawn broke at ...ast, another beautiful summer’s day. I hoped that my absence at breakfast, which I never missed, might initiate the search for me or I hoped that Dorzi would have reported seeing me last night to my mother, but I was mistaken. Hours passed and still I stood there by my father’s desk, naked and immobile as a rock. I estimated that the house would. We have solid evidence that puts you at the home of Alex Carston, who was found murdered. Shot to death. We figure you did it," he told me."Well, then I guess I will need an attorney. If you have me at a place where someone died, then I must be guilty," I snorted at him."Is that a confession?" he asked me."No. That was an expression of contempt, and a bit of sarcasm," I replied."Well, I think we are going to be here for a long time. Your car was spotted at the home of the deceased shortly. When we were going in the lift, I kept my one hand on her ass. She looked at me and smiled. Then we went to the room and she opened the door. It was very beautiful room and had a big perfect bed to fuck. A sofa was also placed in the room.As soon as we got in, I lifted her in my hands and sat on sofa with her on my lap. Then in no time I removed her shirt and started squeezing those big melons on top of the pink bra. She was going horny and started moaning- ummmh… ahhh… then I slowly unhooked. She looked to be in her late 30's (46,I found out later) and did not look like your poster Dutch girl. She was about 5'5" and had dark brown hair, slightly overweight, but nice curves and a nice set of firm medium size breasts. She had a cute face that was tear streaked. She was wearing a brown skirt with a blue T shirt and a sweatshirt tied around her waist. I was about to tear into her about the accident when she spoke to me first. In very proper Dutch accented English and said she was very.