It was easier to ignore Mrs Malcolm from down here. While I was up on the ladder, every time I looked down to get the light-bulbs she handed up to me,...I got a great view of her tits. “You’re a great catch,” she said. “What about Farah’s friend Nina, she always had a bit of a thing for you. You should give her a call.” “I don’t think I’m Nina’s type,” I replied. Well, not anymore I wasn’t. “What do you mean? You’re every girls’ type,” Mrs Malcolm said. She didn’t understand what I was. They pay a reward for information and ask no questions. Mostly the value of that would be harassment, not that there is anything wrong with that in this case."Criminal chargers would be better," I suggested. "I know an FBI agent, I can slip her the information, but it might take years for them to get a case, if they ever do. I like the IRS actually." I said."Okay now about the criminal case of Serial Child Abuse and statutory rape," Jen stated. "I know there are nine witnesses because I have. I also noticed that despite the embarrassment of the moment, her attention had been intently concentrated on the animation as long as it had been on the screen.She swiftly snatched the computer from my hands, exclaiming a bit too quickly and with her eyes a bit too wide: “Well-it’s-working-I-need-it-right-now!”Laura drifted away as quickly as she had arrived, taking the laptop with her. I could guess she was afraid of me deleting her files, and I don’t mean the essays. I just shrugged and got. .. has anybody seen my gal."Well hell, Aunt Peggy wasn't 'my gal' but I'd admit that I'd often wondered about the abundance of shapely curves hidden inside my blue-eyed aunt's clothing. Whether she wore dresses or jeans, she always had a look about her which inspired a bulge to stretch the crotch of my jeans.This thinking about Aunt Peggy's curves was raising the heat inside my bubbling ball sack. My swollen erection summoned forth testicle fluids and began spewing them out the open window in.