“Why didn’t you take these off of me last night and why’d you close my door?”“Hmmm. Your dad took care of you last night and he's the one wh...o left your underwear on, not me. I imagine he thought you’d still be able to push them down with your wrists. But I can see that with a massive hard-on, they’re pretty tight, and that would make it difficult to get them down,” she observed, and I wasn’t sure if I should be embarrassed or proud that she was looking at my hard dick.“And I didn’t think about. He will bend over backwards to make sure of that. He tells me he has been getting reports from all the relevant sources, to put before the jury, so they have all the relevant facts in front of them, and they can make a rational decision. You know that your Dad has confessed to killing your Mum?" I had heard something along these lines, but I wasn't taking it all in at the time, I'm afraid. The shock was still preventing me from thinking too straight." Well, with a confession, it is all a matter. Then, she dropped her voice to a little over a whisper and said, “I was having my morning coffee in the breakroom, and I overheard a couple of coworkers talking. One of them said the Ambassador sent some video to the Sheriff’s office last week, and no matter what they tried, they couldn’t get a usable image of the assassin who tried to shoot him. The second one said something about the stolen getaway car had been burned out, and they hadn’t been able to recover any usable evidence. They also. " I said. "Good, I like having a naked man around." Alice said. We went to the kitchen and she made a little snack. I could not believe her tits, I could not stop staring at them. And the way they swayed and jiggled as she moved. "I feel bad" She said looking at my cock. "I have got you all revved up, that is not right." "That is okay." I said in reply. Alice walked around doing a couple more things, her pert little ass, cute snatch, and again those tits. I started to think I was going to have.