You don't need to know the cameraman's name, but I call him John, so that the other people won't know who he really is. Which is that he's my Daddy!The lady cop (Detective Ball, so I thought of her as Lucy) was still holding her Glock but it was no longer pointed at anyone. For some reason, she had sent her partner looking through the apartment for a sheet or something to cover me up. I say 'for some reason' because she wouldn't take her eyes off of me, especially my wet, bald snatch. I was pretty sure that she was a dyke, but hell, I'm game for anything.The partner (Detective Theodore, so I thought of him as Teddy) came back with a long heavy coat to hide my nakedness. It being July in New York City, my opinion of his intelligence went down a notch or two. But what can you expect from a guy who takes an honest job?"How old are you, kid?" Lucy asked me.Instinctively I wanted to lie to her. But common sense told me that lies don't work with a cop who can easily learn the truth. And. Was that jealousy I saw in her eyes? Suddenly, I remembered what Stacy had been whispering to me while Chloe and Nat were in the bathroom. Stacy was on top of me, grinding into me, whispering in my ear, "I love you, I love you, I love you," over and over again. "I've wanted this for the longest time." Well," Chloe started, while I tried to process that little memory. "We were in the bedroom, and you were taking off Nat's skirt, and sombebody--was it you Stace?--said something about how they were glad they'd just shaved this morning and Nat said, 'Sure I shaved my legs too,' and you said, 'Not my legs, my pussy,' and Nat said something like 'Oh God, you shave your pussy?' and we all looked at her like, 'You dont?' and then I was pulling her into the bathroom and I hoisted her up on the sink and found your shaving stuff and I pulled off her panties and I spread her legs wide apart and started shaving her."This, while Stacy and I were on the bed, Stacy whispering in my ear how much she.
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