I reached down and picked up a bar of soap, my ass exposed for a few seconds, my butt almost perfectly round and voluptuous. At least a handful, if no... two-so I've been told. At that moment, I hear the door to the shower open and a rush of cold air flood in. I'm suddenly aware of someone behind me. I'm a little apprehensive at first, but then I think of all the times I've watched yoga boy's arm muscles tensing and untensing in the mirror and thought of how strong he must be. I slowly stood up. She had a ten year old c***d and a husband after all.Anyway, I parked outside her little house that was situated in a cul de sac and I rang the bell. There was no answer at first but because I wasn’t in any particular hurry I just stood there for a minute or so. Just as I was about to turn and leave the door swung wide open and all I heard was “Da! Da!”Susan, Linda’s sister, was stood there with one hand holding onto the door and the other high in the air as she leaned back and gave me full. Her chest, a woman's magnet to any boy's libido. Her slim waistline only amplified her sexuality. She started caressing her body with her hands, reaching down to her pussy. Fluffing the blond hair around her pussy lips, along with the cool breeze sent an exciting sensation throughout her body.With her excitement mounting, Betty started rubbing her clit. Her breathing became more shallow as she imagined herself in Archie's arms, kissing, rubbing each other. In her mind she could well imagine. "But he doesn't leave this office until I have a formal statement from him. You even try that, Simpkins, and you'll wind up in front a judge a lot quicker than hanging outside the courtroom will get you there."Just for spite I dropped the material witness complaint on her lap."Be sure to use disinfecting soap when you're done talking to him," I advised. "You can't be too careful with bottom-dwelling shit-suckers like Wells."I left thinking I would have made one hell of a prosecutor.Biff Wells.