You’re mature now, your blonde hair is darker but your voluptuous body is still so erotically exciting. I linger on the shots of you squatting naked...but for red high heels on the kitchen table downstairs. Your big round breasts are swung up and thrust out, your legs are straining wide and my camera is aimed straight at your gaping wide fur ringed vagina between your legs. In my mind, I relish how I had you bent over that table. I browse through lots, lots more.As I browse our pictures I rub. Closer and closer she inched. He saw the pink, wet flash of her tongue, then felt the warm wetness of her tongue tip-tap at the thick crown of his cock. Shivery sensations of lust and love coursed through his body. He moaned an uncontrollable sigh of delight."Just as I thought, it does want a kiss." She grinned, her eyes aflame with a sparkling gleam. "You damn well knew that. So, kiss!" "Yes, sir, Your Rita is here to serve-and service her Lord and Master."Again her head ducked to his crotch.. . but that’s were the ‘usual’ began to shift and become less stable again for the young fourteen year old Jessie Harper ... the girl with the voice of an angel.On Sunday morning at church Jessie was meant to do another piece for the congregation with Carrie and Troy Pearson backing her up then they were going to do their own piece with Jessie as the backup - and all done in a sea of contrapuntal harmonies coming from the choir in the background. The only problem was - Carrie and Troy Pearson. A refrigerator stood on one wall. I guess crime was pretty low-key on the island and they didn’t need a proper interrogation room. The cells were probably more for drunks to sleep it off in than for criminals.“United States Secret Service,” he added, showing me a shiny gold badge. It was shaped like a star, with rounded points. It looked more like a sheriff’s badge than something I’d have thought the secret service would have. “I already talked to Valerie.”“Bobby Simpson,” I said. I wasn’t.