.. you wanted to BE one. I guess I can understandthat."I nodded sheepishly, trying in vain to stop myself from crying."The biggest tipoff about you, ...though, was when we shared that computer,and I noticed all the websites you went to late at night. I asked youthen if this was something you wanted to do, and you denied it. But Iknew better, sis. I knew then that you were going to do this, even ifyou didn't back then."I no longer tried to suppress my feelings. Now I was openly crying. . The story I'm about to tell you is a true one.Keith and I regularly go for gym in the morning and because of that we are very good in shape. Since c***dhood we compared each other cocks. His was a little dark and 3.9 inches and not a very thick one and mine is very dark you can look in my gallery about 6.5- 6.9inches(on a good erection day). He always got jealous seeing my dick and would always tell me you got a perfect sized cock not a very small nor very big one to hurt a woman. Whenever he. " "Would you say that you know him very well, Kevin?" "I suppose so, Sir," I said with a shrug, wondering where all of this was going and not liking it one little bit. "Better than anyone else in the Bureau or in D.C for that matter?" "Yes, Sir." "Good, good," the AD said, turning to the air force man. "Captain?" The air force man reached into a briefcase and brought out a file. There was something about him I didn't like, something that set off all of my alarm bells. I would have bet that the. They looked real enough and had been also painted a color thatmatched my lips.Well, gee, I suppose I could be in Lucky or some other fucking magazine.I was starting to get upset. I wished that Jimmy would come back; atleast then maybe my brain would go all fuzzy again. Being a woman wasactually better with him and the strange intoxicating effect thataccompanied him. This was too real and I had to pee and I didn't want tohave to do too much with these new nails on my hands."Okay, so we're done,".