”“And what is the full story Agent Dupree?” I asked.“Let me begin by explaining today’s events. My office isn’t in Butte. I work in DC. Yo...ur case is involved in something I’ve been working on for several years. The report of Mr. Wilcox’s allegations was routed to my desk, and I immediately flew out here. While I was reviewing the situation with the Butte SAC. He informed me of Agent Jackson’s theories on the case. He asked if I would bring Jackson with me and evaluate his performance. As a kind. Ectopic pregnancy, I eventually heard, she could have died. Things like that weren’t discussed openly, and certainly not with children. Fifteen was still ‘child’ in our family. They seem to grow up earlier now. Anyway, her mother was rushed to hospital, and Theresa came to stay. Her father kept the boy with him, he was sixteen and a half. But apparently if would have been too much to have Theresa too.”“Probably lucky for her, she’d have ended up doing all the house work.”“As I said, we lived. "Only the once," he said. "We'd only been dating for 3 months or something."At this point, clearly Bree was getting turned on by the whole situation and started asking more questions purely because she wanted to know more herself. He ended up telling her exactly what they did together. They were both at her family's house, but her mum, dad and sister weren't home at that time. They were upstairs in her room on her bed. He got her naked and he had to take his own t-shirt off. He took his. His hands slipped under my tank top and he started lifting it over my head slowly. My hands trailed down his chest and soon, his hard cock was in my hand again. “You never told me you were seven inches soft,” I said with a wink. He smirked then leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Wanna take this to your bedroom? I don’t want anyone else walking in on us.” I giggled and nodded. I lead the way but didn’t need to – John had been to my place a million times. “You know,” he said as I shut and.