"He had been facing the window and his view of downtown when he spun around in his chair. And there was Rachel, cell phone in hand, wearing a mini ski...t and v-neck sweater."How the... What are you doing here? Oh my God is it really you?" he babbled as she closed the door to his office, took off her coat and walked around his desk."Yes, baby, it really is me. I'm Rachel. It's a pleasure to meet you," she cooed as she extended a hand to his.This had to be some kind of dream. There's no way she. I kiss her lightly on the neat little folds of her labia, and inhale her scent again. Then I gently run my tongue all the way up her crease. No response. I avoid her clitoris, as much as I would love to lick and suck it. I daren’t risk overstimulating her, and waking her up.Parting her lips with my fingers, I get plenty of saliva on my tongue and lick inside her, penetrating her very slightly with the tip.She lays still. No change in her breathing. Lying flat on the bed between her legs, I do. ’ The detectives sat there waiting for the boss to say something. Creekside was a village in the foothills about a hundred miles away, population three hundred, if that. Surrounded by ranches and a lot of public land. ‘Kirk,’ the boss said, ‘did you tell me the principal didn’t seem sympathetic to the Whitmors?’ ‘He didn’t say much, but he seemed inclined in that direction. I did hear a black kid in the hall say he was glad that Danny Whitmor finally got what he deserved.’ ‘So we have a. "But I only came to watch!" You can watch through the viewfinder. And if that's not enough to satisfy your curiosity, I'll give you a copy of the tape."That closed the subject as far as Fiona was concerned. She started to get undressed."I'm going to have a quick shower. I feel much more comfortable when I'm freshly scrubbed," Fiona said as she unhooked and removed her bra and then stepped out of her knickers.'What a body!' I thought. Fiona wouldn't look out of place on the cover of Playboy or.