"You forgot to tell me she would be with you, so I didn't try. We got theresults of the last batch from Melissa and found a match to it. It wasfrom a ...recent bust in upper Manhattan, so it's becoming apparent thatsomeone is stealing it from the lockup and providing it to Melissa." Do you have a clue as to who it might be?" Brenda asked."Not yet, but there aren't a lot of people with access to the drugs so Idon't think it will be much longer before we have an answer," Bill said."I hope so, I have. It wasn't to sexy, we are in Arizona after all, but hey, it did the job. Cherry red, with a nice, slightly padded top, that created the illusion of a bust size I just didn't have. After I bought it, I put it on so many times, just to stand in front of the mirror, admiring myself. I looked much older and mature in it. So much more girly, no, womanly.I got a new haircut, brushed up my make-up skills via Youtube tutorials, and asked a close friend of mine, Derek, red-faced, nervous and sweating,. "What's this?" I reached over and yanked her shorts down. She was sitting but I am a pretty strong k**, so I got the shorts down to her thighs, which were full and tan. There it was.. her beautiful shaved pussy. I only had a moment of her sacred snatch before she tackled me in a drunken stooper."You don't see me pulling your shorts down ya perv!"She gestured to yank my shorts down but accidentally brush against my semi hard cock.I am pretty well endowed, I'm guessing cuz my mom loves big dick. I always spread a lot of papers inside the house, just behind the front door. I would leave the front door slightly ajar. Naked, I would pump in the papers and fantasize about being caught by the newspaper man who would then hump me. That never happened, but one time the newspaper man pushed the door open more and threw in the paper after a few moments of hesitation. When I was in university, I wanted the sports jocks to wrap me up; I fantasized about it. Sometimes I took papers that were.