" Good," I started, "that gives us a little more time to play when we aredone."He chuckled. "It may be a bit soon." No it isn't," I insisted."Fine," H... said with no argument, but a tone that insisted he wasn'tfully sure he would be ready even if he did try. "Where do we want tostart?" Give me something," I said with a child-like grin.A moment later, I was tearing open a small box. A pair of earrings. Hegot a kiss on the cheek and thanks.Then I slid off the couch and picked one for him. A. The only thing I felt was that it was cool on my skin. “I don't feel anything, maybe you just had a moment of guilt for playing with dad’s stuff.”“Trade me.” My brother and I swapped slings then slipped them over our heads. When the red one touched my skin where the other had been a solar flare of heat radiated from where it was down my stomach through my groin then concentrated in my womb. When I felt the girl between my legs get instant hot and wet I ripped the sling off my neck. As soon. Just for giggles I swung by the laundry room an hour later, and sure enough, they were gone.The fact that there was no uproar, no panty sniffing police dogs trying to track down the source of the dna, lol, led me to the fact; some kinky person, possibly female, was leaving panties soaked in pussy juice, again, possibly female, in my laundry for the sole purpose of getting one or both of us off.So I continued my entire laundry regime every week without fail, including leaving my stuff unattended. I alsoadvised her I'd been in contact with the FBI, but I didn't disclose heridentity to them as my client. As far as the FBI was concerned, I wasworking in conjunction with a Donald Parks, who was the primaryconnection to Mel Evans, a supposed teen sexual predator who waspreviously caught by an irate father attempting to sexually subdue theman's teenaged daughter. (Read Part One)Mrs. Adams said she wanted me to arrange a meeting with Melissa Evans tofind out if she might be interested in.