Pretty much the truth but with a little editing of my part in the events.Someone brought in a plastic cup with some foul coffee which tasted as if it ...had been brewing for months. The driver took my finished statement, and I dozed in the chair until Thaksin walked through the door.“How are you feeling now?”I rubbed my face with my hands. “I’ve felt better, but OK I guess. What happened?”He held his hand up. “Soon, let me read your statement first.”He sat down and read for a few minutes and made. ‘Hi, Colin.’ ‘No, I’ll get it,’ Heather said, rushing out of the kitchen, unbound hair flying. She was wearing the clothes she had worn yesterday, and Colin was glad to see that they had not wrinkled or stained during the night’s recreational events. ‘I’ll get your cookies,’ Colin offered, and went into the kitchen. Three feet away, through the wall that divided the front door from the kitchen, he heard Heather and her mother chatting with her new arrival–probably Lacie, since Adam had a much. Friday night, Giovanni’s restaurant ... Ask the bartender for a yellow rose along with your drink, you’ll understand ... a yellow roseI sat back in my chair, struggling to catch my breath. Was it possible? Can this be real? These things don’t happen to me. They never happen to me.And yet, there it was. A response to fantasy I’d held onto for more than twenty years. To be a spectre, a shadow in the midst of a woman alone, an apparition, free to experience a woman enjoying her own body, ... an. I heard my phone chirp in my bag right then. I broke away from her and fled into the classroom. I fished out my phone as I sat down, glancing at it. I groaned at the sight of Shelena's big, Black futa-dick. She stroked it. Saw you rip off your pasties. If you need more relief, my cock's ready and waiting.I shuddered and shoved my phone into my backpack as a puddle of juices formed beneath me. I leaned over my desk, rubbing my breasts into the surface. It was so cool and smooth. I leaned over it.