My hand reaches out to stroke his turgid rod and after a moment, my fingers find the tab of his fly and pull the zipper down. Before he can stop me, m...y hand slides into the opening and my fingers curl tightly around his thick cock. I lean into him, my face upturned, lips parted, preparing to kiss him and... "Hey guys, want some help?" Bob, Paul's neighbor, has decided to lend a hand."No thanks, Bob, we've got everything under control," Paul replies cheerfully."Oh, come on. It's no trouble. It. I went to work on my plan.I laid my cell phone on my desk and went and donned a pair of nitrile gloves. I picked up my cell phone and opened the video recording feature and began recording with the camera pointed towards the zip lock bag containing the case. I documented where it was found, panning over to the seat, then back to the desk. I then opened and fully documented what was in there, showing the money, the drugs, and of course the debit card and drivers license belonging to Liz. Thus begins the looping. Stop time/stop it!I grow up a farm girl, looks like Nebraska or some place. Hauling heavybuckets of well water. Somebody whittling. Do people really live likethis or am I remember The Waltons? I grow up my male self, the "officialversion", including my unheard of scolarship to the Cordon Bleau andsubsequent getting kicked out for starting a food fight, only now it isfading into some boy I'm imagining, him doing stuff so dumb, God I can'tbelieve that stuff is important. Erica looked troubled by the pronouncement. "I'm not sure-" Don't let it bother you," Julia said. "Like I've told you before, I'llnever force you to do anything you don't want to do. The choice isalways yours."Erica sighed. He poised the pen over the disclosure form and lowered itto the paper. His eyes wandered to Julia's lovely chest, then toPamala's. They were so desperately beautiful, so feminine and lovely.Breasts were... life. What did it feel like to have them as a part ofyou, he.