You know who did it, don’t you?”“I do, but I cannot say,” she repeated.“Why not?” Dave pressed, beginning to become frustrated. “Whoeve...r is doing this is clearly out to get me. If I’m to fight back, I need to know what I’m dealing with.”“David Brighton, I’m disappointed in you. You have at your disposal all the tools and skills necessary to overcome this problem, yet you expect me to simply deliver the answers you seek on a silver platter. You should know me better than that.”Dave cocked an. Cross-dressed to camouflage my hormone purchase, I exuded sexual pheromones. I retraced my steps through lengthening shadows down Alameda Boulevard, tempted to test my feminine mystique on the stroll. The joggers had been replaced by hard-eyed gangsters, garish streetwalkers, staggering drunks and d**ggies. I stared into the gloom at the shadowy commerce in the dark. Pimps returned my glances with whistles and gestures. If I dared, I could tiptoe into that world, make some money, gain some. She said Faith’s mom was really happy about something with Faith and her last day or two at the shelter she was in a really good mood.During this conversation I noticed she unbuttoned her top and was showing her tits. She had a skirt on and started to pull it up and flashed her inner thigh and panties. She was a bit older than the other women in the shelter I guessed about 65 or so and was very plump. I saw she had grannie panties on. She invited me to her room. She closed and locked the door. ”“Don’t look now, but here comes another one. She’s not as old, but she’s grinning now that she’s spotted you back here. Let’s make it special for her.”She’s no taller than Lilly. She has short hair and she’s wearing a red, long sleeve sweater with a white, pleated skirt, and red heels.I had to ask, “How do we make it any more special than the others?”“The others didn’t get to sit on your cock backstage.”“Sherry!”“Get ready, I can tell she’s a live one and she’s determined to get her a set of.