"The little ... Rebecca, go home!" I demanded and she scowled at me, waiting for an answer. "Please. You need to go home. Now!" She paused, and I prom...sed I would give her an explanation later, although I wasn't sure what I could say. I didn't want Rebecca watching her sister getting fucked, or her sister watching Rebecca. And I didn't want Rebecca to get caught up in Maisie's revenge.She stammered, but she must have seen the importance in my eyes, and left by the front door as I strode into. LOOK!A zippered closet bag. Inside, through the heavy velvet cover, a tiny green beaded gown. A little note card attached in exquisite fountain pen script: Mme. Piaf. 1948. Oscar. THAT'S what the note on the bag said."She was tiny, like you, with big boobs. This gown might just fit..."Oh my god. Never in my life. It took a lot to get me to shut up, but this was one of those moments. Before the night was over, I had several. Judy got behind me, got me to lean forward and I tucked my big tits. They now laid Sara on her back, and one of the guys began to fuck the hell out her. It was hot watching his big black cock driving in and out of her cunt like a piston. She was cumming again herself, when he started to kiss her and grab her ass with both hands. His black ass had sculptured muscles that were glistening with his sweat as he was pounding the shit out of her. This was a better video than most of the porn videos I had watched. Another guy started to cum all over her face. She now. Coveny graciously.“A detective?” Peter raised his right arm slowly, he tried a smile but he was both too confused and scared to pull it off. “Scott. Scott Lansing, doctor…?” Lansing grasped his hand and shook it giving an open smile.“No doctor, err... Peter Nahin. I am still working on my thesis, just another graduate student.” He stammered.“Peter here is too modest; he is one of our brightest physicists here and has even done some work on quantum mechanics, he might be able to help you.