Bob Randall, on the other hand, had pressing business, and needed the parking spot. Bob’s business was the reason that he had several notepads, a ta...e recorder, lockpicks, and a cooler filled with sandwiches in the front seat of his car. Bob Randall was a private investigator. The glint of the parking lot crime light reflected from his binoculars as he focused on the third story window above him. He chewed determinedly on piece of Carefree, wanting to smoke. Smoke obscures the view from the. "You're my slut, Mother," Jackie said, as she pinched my nipples."Your slut," I groaned, as the combined pleasures of Cindy's tongue and Jackie's fingers coursed through my hypersensitive body.I felt Cindy's kiss my thighs and then my ass cheeks as her hands pulled them apart. I knew where she was going and welcomed it. When her tongue flicked across my asshole, I rolled my hips upwards, giving her better access to my virgin hole."How does that feel, slut?" Jackie asked, her fingers still. Lucy sighed. "You mean a girl? I don't know, I'm horny as hell and if I get propositioned, I'm a little low on willpower. I won't leave you in the lurch, I promise. Remember, that I'm not a troll, but there are a lot of bi chicks out there." Lucy warned her.The alcohol had loosened Lucy's tongue and she was quite frank with her friend. Selena may have been a bit more shocked if she was totally sober, but the wine was working. After the big meal they decided to walk a bit to work off some of the. ’ ‘Which are?’ ‘Gardening for one, cooking for another, and writing for a third.’ ‘So you write about gardening and cooking?’ ‘Those and other things.’ ‘Interesting. Why don’t you get your plate, I don’t think I can do any further damage to the chicken.’ She smiled, ‘Why don’t I get us each a plate and you can regale me with your life among the boring while we eat. You are more interesting than the floor show.’ Now that caught my attention, no one including my wife ever accused me of being.