”“Address?”“I don’t know what you want?” Stacey answered.“Write in the station’s address,” Jake said from behind her. “We can sort...out the official stuff later if she actually wins.”A few minutes later, she was standing near the side of the stage with Jake. “If you don’t mind,” he said, “I’m going to save you for last. You got any questions?”Stacey looked at the other contestants gathered with her and said, “I didn’t realize that you have pleasure dancers on your planet.”“What do you mean?”. As I reached her panties she looked at me and said, I am not like other girls. At this point I was so horny, I did not care what she said and slowly started to roll her panties down as I kissed and licked each inch of exposed skin. I found her pube thatch which was trimmed nicely and ran my tongue through her silky hair. I peeled a bit more and suddenly a thin hairless 5 inch cock popped out in front of my face. It was so pale and smooth and was pulsing as it bobbed ther in the air. It was. I had no doubt in my mind that the DNA report would convict him. It was unrealistic, I know, but that was how my mind was working. Needless to say, I mentioned none of this to Christie.I was lying in my bed, wide awake, thinking about where my life would go now that I had done everything possible to discover who killed my wife. Whether it was Paul Wilson, or someone unknown, there was no other path to follow. If it wasn't him, there would have to be some other kind of breakthrough to solve the. Not the idea of his mother n a threesome but that the other woman was Jennifer.Do you two fancy sleeping with me tonight. I dislike sleeping alone and it would appear that all the other possible partners are otherwise engaged.” said Sal wryly.The next day it was back to work. Crispin left his mother to sort out the house and went up on the train with the other two. Jennifer was dressed in her normal work fashion however now without the glasses and her hair worn loose.“Apparently Quentin hates.