It was an understanding that to be a body, just a body moving in a world of other bodies, was a huge relief, an ultimate freedom. After a few years of... experimentation with those fat-bottomed Raleigh girls, Anthony had returned to Williamsburg, to Paige, and to his true roots. If there was anyone who understood the pleasure of being a body, it was Tom. His job seemed to take him away from that: he was constantly trying to distinguish himself, to compete against his. .The shower heated up and I stepped in to get clean. Shampoo and conditioner. Body wash, paying extra attention of course to my rock hard cock. I cleaned up and of course wanted to reward myself. I bent over in the shower like a slut and reached around to start playing with the plug again. Pulling it out to the widest point and shoving it back in. I can't tell if I'm moaning involuntarily or because I want to be this bent over slut in the shower and I want to be good at it. God I wish this was. ? I said, still trying to take it all in.?Yeah, they took over a going concern lock stock and barrel and made it look like it was still in business. Heaven knows where the original owner is; probably at the bottom of the river. Sorry, love.? The detective back-pedalled when he saw how upset I was getting. ?Anyway, I think we’ve ascertained that you’re that rarity, the innocent bystander. You can go now, your car is in the courtyard.?I went down to the car and started to drive home. Poor Rhonda,. "I won't peek I promise," She said.A few minutes later I pulled in front of the tattoo shop where a lot of the guys from the police department went for there tattoos and stopped the car."Can I open my eyes yet Daddy?" Ashley asked impatiently."Yep!" I said.Ashley's eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. "A tattoo shop?" she turned to me in disbelief."Yeah, I talked to your mom about it while you were at school and she said we could do whatever we wanted. So I figured if you really wanted to.