He swung open the door and said, "Here's his apartment." Thanks," Detective Stafford said. He stepped inside the small efficiency apartment and looked... around. There was a twin bed pushed up against a wall with a small table next to it. The bed had a simple blanket spread over it and a single pillow. The table had a lamp and an alarm clock.The manager said, "He didn't have much."Detective Stafford went over to the kitchen table. There was a small stack of notebooks, a check book, and a shoebox. His chest, his tight little nipples, the sworls of hair were all so achingly familiar to me. I had sucked and licked and bitten them often and yet never seen them, never touched them. I couldn’t help myself, and groaned out a strange little hiccoughy sound between a laugh and a cry, turning towards him, too eager to touch him to stay within our fantasy. He was more disciplined than I and with a look sent me back to my pose. ‘Easy for him,’ I thought to myself a little sulkily. ‘He’s touching. ‘By the way, good morning, baby,’ she breathed, giving me a tender kiss on the lips. She’d never done that before! ‘Good morning to you too, Cinnamon Girl,’ I said sleepily, arching my back as I stretched and yawned. ‘Mmmm, I like your morning wake-up stretches!’ she grinned, feeling my hardening cock pushing against her panties. ‘But what’s this about ‘Cinnamon Girl’? You’ve never called me that before.’ ‘You’ve also never climbed on top of me in your panties and bra before, smelling like a. It's a dream come true. It says youhave your SRS scheduled in January, and its already been paid for !"Andrea grabbed the letter and read it, and read it again."I .. I can't believe it. It really is a miracle!"They kissed and then went over to their child."You okay, mommy 'drea?" Better than okay. I am so happy I could burst!" Good. That's what I asked Santa for last year." You did?"She nodded."And he told me if I was a good girl, everything would work out right,and it has." Bless you, and.