I stared at the door. It stared right back at me, then slammed shut all by itself. Nearly peeing my pants, I gathered every bit of courage and ran pas...t it.Scrambling up the second flight of stairs to the third floor, I leaned against a wall. My heart was pounding, and my respirations rapid. I really didn't like that door.Gathering my senses, I went to the bathroom. It was more modern than the one downstairs, having a shower stall and all. Turning on the water, I stripped off my clothes and got. She had been left like trash. Definitely a body dump. He walked back into the other room, his mind already sorting details into nice neat file folders in his head. Questions to ask came first. He stopped by one of the uniformed sheriff deputies that he had worked with before. ‘Hey, Sam.’ Sam Miller had been on the job for a while. He was a good road officer, knew the rules of crime scenes and could shoot the shit with anyone. If he hadn’t been so dedicated to a life of no strings and smooth. They were huge and her nipples were gorgeous the areola was the perfect size and nipples themselves were thick and hard. I grabbed my phone and took a picture, I went back in my bedroom for a second wank over the photo.I love nylons/tights and another event involved them. My step mum came downstairs wearing beige opaque tights (my favourite type). She never normally wore tights though so it turned me on even more. I had my phone on me and took a few sneaky pics of her feet, I then felt daring. “Where do you want me to put it,” I asked moving towards the mahogany shell of the dresser and carefully started to move it. “Over there,” she smiled. “By the window.” It took about twenty minutes before she was eventually satisfied with my efforts and having completed the task watched as she picked up one of the drawers and started towards the dresser. About halfway there the telephone downstairs rang. “I’ll just go and answer that,” she smiled and with that she’d gone. With her out of the.