Finally, Ms. Grossman asked, “You said you were with one of our House members when you were attacked. Who was it?”I looked at Dana. I suddenly did...n’t want to answer the question. I didn’t know why I felt that way, but something in my gut said it would be a bad thing. “She was in a state of shock through the entire incident. Not even the police could get her to talk after it was all over. I’m not even sure how much she remembers other than the initial attack.”“She is one of our House members,. Crossing her left thigh over right-right thigh over her left; for me to take pictures. The brushing nylons intoxicated me to the point of naughty nirvana. I had to adjust my 12-inch confined meat pipe. She saw me do that more than a couple of times. “Alright handsome listen. 'My-Old-mans', in hospice we know that’s a fact...And I think you should call me Jean.” She chortled. “By the time we’ve popped your weasel we will be on a first name basis. How -does- that -sound- to- you- fella?” She. I hadn’t had the time to devote to dancing or painting. I could create art through sex easily while traveling with my brother. “I would welcome that.”I slipped out of my robes as she bent over, her large tits swaying before her as she unbuckled the greaves over her leather boots. She worked with efficiency. I shuddered, the fingers of my hands tracing over the tattoos of flowering vines covering my body. One vine spiraled around my left breast, pink buds opening into beauty. Each of the tattoos. Now all she had to do get her place ready then she would call Brian. Betty remembered when she first meet Brian at college he had short blonde hair, blue eyes, fare skin and was slightly built. He need help in one of his classes and by the sixth lesson they were dating. Even doe she had been dating Brian since college and he was very attractive she never sleep but tonight that was going to change. He would not know what him, he was tying to get her in bed since they first meet but it never felt.