Why no panties? Let's have a look at the clothes and maybe we should freshen up. It was a large bathroom. Carrie stripped off and turned on the shower.... It made a lot of strange noises but at least it was hot water. Julia watched her. "You have an amazing body Caz. I wish I looked as good as you." Carrie laughed, "well I don't have tits like yours. Even I can't take my eyes off them." After both girls had showed they looked through the wardrobe. "There is some amazing stuff here Jules. Really. This was the place where it had all happened.“Call it in. I want CSI all over this place now!” the chief said, his voice cold as ice.Nodding, the uniforms called it in, and CSI units were due to arrive in around twenty minutes. Everyone headed back upstairs, not wanting to tamper with what they found and needing to get away from the archaic room. The chief needed air most of all, finding the whole situation sickening.Two officers were stationed inside, to ensure that no one could try to slip. Then the imaginary lips caressing her breasts, and then... then Joan came so violently at the thought of him fucking her that she almost fell out of her deck chair. Oh my God, she thought as her pussy contracted, drops of cum slipping out of her pussy and running down towards the crack of her ass, I have to have some real sex, have someone make love to me like a real woman, not just hop on, cum and hop off.Joan took in a deep breath and closed her eyes then she relaxed and let her breath out.. Well, that wasn't quite right either, was it? Because her life had gonesomewhere, that was undeniable. You only had to look at who she was nowcompared to who she'd been. Changes, big changes, had been made. But itwas as if they'd been made by some intelligence at work outside of herconsciousness, beyond her will, which ultimately seemed too weak andindecisive to act on its own. Nonetheless this unknown part of her,arguably the most important part of her, seemed, in retrospect, as if itmust have.