“I need the toilet,” I blurted as I made my way back to the bathroom as steadily as I could. Once inside I locked the door, sat on the toilet and ...egan to hyperventilate. The thing was Linda and I had talked about sex before, earlier, she had confessed that she was on the pill because of a sexual relationship she had start with her ex. Not wanting to seem like a loser I had lied and fabricated a few hot sexual relationships. Words flew through my mind the one that stuck however, was sissy.. This exposed Donna's inviting breasts to him. It wasn't long before his hands slipped under the covers. I could see the outline of then explored her bottom. I then had to see first hand and went over and very carefully pulled down the sheet. "Sorry", he whispered, "Wasn't thinking". His hands worked over the globes of her ass and one drifted down her leg. It was the leg she was not lying on. Very slowly he drew it up towards her chest, not wanting her to awake. This afforded me a. If Mr. Rooker hadn't been following you, it might have been worse." Excuse me?" I asked.Michael grinned and Detective Maloney continued, "Apparently Mr. Rooker finished what you started. When the first policeman arrived. Two were unconscious and the third was still in the pool. He was afraid to come out. We fished his pistol out of the bottom of the pool. Michael said you had put him there."He was leaving the room when he stopped and turned around. "Off the record, we know McKenzie has screwed. When she got there, I recognized her instantly from her profile pictures: tall, long blonde hair and slim, except for an amazing pair of tits. She was wearing a tight fitting burnt orange dress that showcased her hourglass figure. If you’d asked any of my friends about “John’s type,” they would have shown you a picture of Denise.I got up and greeted her with a friendly but respectful hug and kiss on the cheek. I was incredibly attracted to her, but I didn’t want her to think that all I wanted.