She has to be there and you can't protect her. You should be going after some other guy's wife at the dance anyway." What kind of documentation" asked...George something?"Oh, I don't know. A pair of panties, maybe – unwashed – with engraved initials. I personally plan to use my cell phone to get a nude picture of every girl I fuck. I've been doing that for years anyway. I had to get a terabyte external hard drive to handle all the additional storage on my computer" he smirked.God, this guy is an. Her boldness and passion drove me crazy. I pushed her against the wall and began kissing her everywhere – on her lips, cheeks, neck, cleavage, boobs, navel, belly-button. The blouse had a big u-cut at the back, revealing her neck, shoulders and upper part of the back. It was incredibly sexy. I kissed her exposed skin passionately. My hands were squeezing both her boobs from behind while my lips were busy planting hot kisses, and my tongue licking her exposed back and neck. As my passion rose I. ”“She’s sleeping,” Al said. “Or I would have asked her right away. You should sleep, too.”Kara came back into the room.“Trish told Elyse Jorge doesn’t spend the night at her place. She went to knock on the door to Jorge’s apartment but he didn’t answer. She said he has a friend in the suburbs he spends Sunday evenings with sometimes.”Doctor Burns spoke, “The police won’t release any information about the passenger until they notify the next of kin.”“Call Tom,” I offered. “Check call. Damn!" the though made my subsiding erection jump back to its fullpainful raging state. I moaned and flexed in frustration, making my bellshappily announce the suffering sissy to the world, and heard "What wasthat?" just above me. Damn, I forgot about the people smoking on thebalcony above! I froze, hoping that they will dismiss the noise, and,thankfully they did. I breathed the sigh of relief (jingle) and mytorture continued.The evening has descended on a poor tortured sissy. The party.