"10-4 dispatch," I said. I wondered what Simpson had on his mind. I guessed I would find out soon. I had only been in the car about ten minutes."Whats... up," I asked Simpson when I finally got into the detectives lair."We got a break in the Allen case," he said,"Oh yeah, what kind of break," I asked."Someone who attended the parties came forward," Simpson said."He just walked in and said I want to tell you about the sex, and drug parties, I've been attending?" I asked it skeptically."It could. In the conference, fifteen years later, the memory had much the same effect. In Greece, my flimsy summer top was discarded on the floor. His strong fingers forced back the lace of my bra exposing my full breasts, causing the stiff, swollen nipples to spring up to his waiting mouth. His lips were closing around my nipple, tongue caressing it as his hands moved once again to my thighs. My skirt was around my waist, pussy dripping and hot as he crooked his finger inside the leg of my panties and. Dried and dressed. I put my watch on, a Zero Tolerance pocketknife in both front pockets of my jeans and slipped my Glock 15 inside its IWB holster. It was a damn comfy inside the waistband holster too. I’d managed to quit showering with it since discharge, but I still felt better with it on me. Better to have and not need than need and not have. For all you that don’t understand, when your life revolves keeping yourself and your friends alive basically for twenty years, just not carrying a gun. Now THAT would be something to record! This web site would have a run on such a scene as that! Sounds sensuous as hell, now that I think of it! Two girls busting each others cherries in unison! Cool beans of the Finest Kind!After that, I guess we would want, every so often, to walk down memory lane with our trusty double edged mechanical male. That would solve any need to satisfy any urges for penetration. We could even practice swallowing such a fake whackerdo! Problem solved! I like.