She wanted to ask her father's permission to go out bike riding after she finished the dishes. She knew that if she'd asked at the supper table, her m...other would have flatly refused.She circled around behind the barn into the sunlight of early evening. There was a good two hours of daylight left, enough time to head down to the bridge where Rusty and Bill might be fishing. She was sure they'd take time out from casting their lines to casting their cocks up her pussy or ass.At the open barn. Whatever color her complexion and her hair, she had always had one of the prettiest faces I'd ever seen. Not quite as pretty as Brianna, but at least as pretty as Iva. And she had a damned killer body too. Her breasts were oversized relative to her figure, which was tight and athletic. Her ass was not large, but was entirely too well rounded and heart-shaped not to command respect. She wore a cream colored dress that fell only half-way down her thighs. Two triangles, the same exact shade of. “May I help you?”“Yes. I’m here to fill out a report regarding my husband’s death.”“His name?”“Paul Carlisi.”“That’s Detective Jones. Follow me.”The woman stood and walked towards the back of the big room. She led us to the desk of a black man.“Detective Jones, this is Mrs. Carlisi.”He stood and welcomed me.“This is my friend Diana O’Dell. She has some things to put into the report.”“Please sit down and let me get my recorder ready.”“You don’t type that fast?” Deb said with a chuckle.“I most. Could you pour us a brandy?” Laura opened the pouch and retrieved the rarely worn panties. Greg recognized the symbolism of the panties the second Laura made her dramatic entrance. She was barefoot wearing those panties he had seen once before; the ring he placed earlier in the evening her only jewelry. Laura had removed her makeup; she came nude to her lover save those panties Dan bought as gift to Greg four years ago and her new diamond engagement ring. The sheer black silk hid nothing;.