I had a rare weekend layover and she was home alone that weekend.Duffle bag slung over my shoulder I rang the doorbell. She answered with a big grin o...n her face. She was wearing what looked to be a silky type of shirt but with no buttons. A v-neck pullover over with some kind of graphic design. I could not be certain, but it did not look like she was wearing a bra. I was surprised to see that she was wearing a long, flowing skirt as well. She had always told me she was a ‘jeans person’.‘Well,. A mystified Anne asked if she would be allowed to see hisbody, but was told that there wasn't one as the intense explosion hadincinerated everything except some singed blood smears which were beingtested."If I come back to the house is it fit to stay in," Anne asked and wasplease to get the response that she expected, that although thelaboratory was destroyed it had contained the explosion and fire and hadstopped the flames spreading. She quickly thought to ask about MrsKennedy, knowing that. She had no reason to worry about them. Nothing could harm then in the groves.Susan didn't remember unzipping her shorts and pushing her hand into them. But she had, and was strolling with her hand cupping her cunt, feeling the soft hair against her palm, the puffy heat of her slit, the wetness on her fingers. Her tits moved in a tight manner as she walked, her nipples high and swollen. She pressed at her clit, and the soft moan it brought from her almost caused her to miss the other sound. She. I remembered what he told her when they had me in custody: “Maybe we should keep him in custody until we find out who’s really behind this.”I shook my head. I was not about to be someone’s scapegoat or political trophy. “I don’t have time for this,” I said and reached for the door.As if they used Magic, each of them had drawn and aimed their handguns at me.“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Linda shouted and waved her hands. “No one has offered you any violence. This is not called for.”I knew why they had.