None of them, however, struck a chord. Some, I wanted to help, but that wasn't enough. I was almost ready to give up and go home.Then I saw her. Maybe...five foot two or three, a little plump, but her figure well defined. Her breasts wide, low, mounds with no sag and small nipples, her waist, her bottom, perfection. She had brown hair which, however, had widely differing colours in from almost blonde through tan to almost black, and it was gathered into bunches each side of her head so it. She was the forensic specialist, Peter Gregson was the team leader and was the specialist in methodology. Jonas Howard did criminal Physiology, Jennifer Anderson did language or linguistics and Mark Jones did geographic profiles.I looked at a sealed hair from the suspect only found at one scene. So far the DNA had not been identified. It was the only thing we had of the suspect. I hesitated, “permission to try something?”Peter snorted, “the bastard killed ten people so far. Dance on the desks. Hair and makeup always done very well. But then at night they wear only large t shirts and a lot of the time nothing underneath. They both always said that being naked is nothing to be ashamed of. So I would catch a glimpse of beaver or some tit every now and then. Granny had long hair and big brown eyes and beautiful face. Her hair was silver though and this made her look even hotter. Mom had jet black hair. They could pass as sisters, as my sisters. Once I hit puberty I was jerking off. A could her the moans and slurping sound from where he stood next to C, his wife’s tongue was buried in another woman’s pussy, he looked at C’s full breasts and stiff nipples, he whispered words of encouragement to his wife, mmmm babe yes that’s it lick her pussy, suck her clit, tongue fuck her. A unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor, C placed her hand on A’s muscular chest as her orgasm started to grow, her hand trailed down his chest over his taught abs, past his hips and came to.
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