That would have to wait though. Tonight she would return the movie she had rented and get one focused on real people caught in the act. Her mind again... returned to last night. She felt her nipples stiffen and the new familiar feeling of dampness in her crotch. Jennifer spent the rest of the day desperately trying to concentrate. After a lifetime the day was finally over. Now it was time to follow through with her plan and return the movie. The drive to the bookstore was an event. Jennifer was to. My trouble started when Jimmy, who I thought was a good friend of mine, lied to the police and blamed something on me that he had done. I wasn’t aware that he had broken into an elderly couple’s home and stolen their jewelry. The victims reported the crime and a description of his car to the police. The police spotted his car later that night and pulled him over. When they found the bag of jewelry, Jimmy told them that I was the one who had burglarized the home, and that I left the bag in his. The spotlight. The three blacks, one in your mouth,one with his dick ready to penetrate your ass, and one already in you with the head of his jerking cock pulsing against your womb and sending almost electric thrills cruising thru you.The thick black shadows that hide the audience. They wear mask. Who are they? Maybe your dress shop owner, maybe that one is the lady that sells you your scarves, and him? Who is he? Perhaps the gentleman that gazed so lustfully after you as you walked by him. She quickly dismissed that idea, she didn't want anybody to know what she had done, even though it wasn't her fault if people found out they wouldn't think of her the same way and she was afraid she would lose Alan if he knew.She came to the conclusion that Dora was right, it was over, they were gone and nobody knew about it but her. She wasn't going to let these last two days destroy the rest of her life. Making that decision she gathered up all the soiled towels and bedclothes and washed.