Becky was worried though, the thoughts came a little too often to be considered occasional. Still, she had a boyfriend, and although they did not have...sex, that was because she was saving herself for marriage, not because she did not like men. She had never acted on any of these thoughts, and that reassured her some. A woman had even hit up on her once, and she had done nothing. It had been freshman year in college. After softball practice, Lori, the first baseman, had asked her to pitch some. She was just perfect, regardless of the angle you stared her from. Stared is indeed the right word, this was one hell of a sight. One wouldn't have thought such a slim girl could be so well endowed: she had a gorgeous plump ass and mouthwatering tits. Nonetheless none of this seemed disproportional ; her legs ended in beautiful, shapely thighs leading up to her tempting butt and her abdomen gracefully arched between her plump bottom and her lovely rack.Ashley was wearing a cute short and black. I did the same with the right boob for 10 more mins. She arched her back and pushing my head in her boobs.I started chewing her boobs and nipples and moving my hand on her leg. And place my hand on her pussy. It was all wet. I thought she might have reached her orgasm. I tried to remove her legging but it was tight so I was unable to remove it.She helped me and removed it and was in white floral panties.I placed my hand on her panty and she flowing her juice and panty was wet. She tightens her. Gascoigne tried to suggest that they had found something on my clothes. I had been a copper for fifteen years and knew all the little tricks and subterfuges that an interviewing officer would try to trip up the suspect. It was quite amusing as I could see his ploys approaching well before he laid down the trap. Implying that they had found evidence was an old tactic and I refused to take the bait. I knew that they couldn't have found anything. He said he would re-interview me later and asked.