My imagination would fill in the blanks, and there were an awful lot of blanks. I spent hours driving around the streets of our town, searching for a ...limpse of her. I sat in my car, two hundred yards from her parents house for hours on end. The possibility that she was there or would call on them was the hope that kept me there. All to little avail. I talked to a Private Detective, who seemed unwilling to take the case."Mr. Shelton, I could probably find her. But if, as you seem to think and. Well, that was at least the impression she got from the look Melinda had given Janet before placing her hand in the hand of that boy.Melinda was helped out of the boat and then Sandra's thoughts were disturbed by Jim's voice again."Come here you two!" he demanded from them.Sandra looked at him and when she could feel that Melinda was standing next to her, they both walked towards him. They were now completely surrounded by those boys and Sandra felt a shiver going through her body.Janet was. My dick is throbbing, nearly aching from the thought of wearing the outfit and from having... fucked it. My balls are nestled into the pussy and my sparse chest hair shows between the thick fur of the suit. The suit fits me loosely and I'm starting to warm up almost uncomfortably from all the body heat trapped in the thing. The breasts are also surprisingly heavy. I grab one in each hand and fondle them. My brain does a tricky thing where it imagines me doing it to some woman rather than me. For some reason I’d kept my wallet and my keys in my jeans – part of my OCD I suppose – and once showered and signed off with some medical advice I begged a lift to the nearest Asda Wallmart and bought myself a new outfit. The checkout girl did look at me a bit old fashioned, and checked my debit card with care. Seeing how suspicious I looked in one of their mirrors I dug out my driving licence and showed her my picture. ‘It’s a very long story honey,’ I said, and she appeared satisfied that I.