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He told me that analysis of Sean Dugan’s blood showed he was a chronic abuser of drugs and that he had enough meth in his blood to fry anyone’s brain. He doubted that Dugan would blonde have been able to think or reason at all. Sunday morning we were up early for the drive to the AME Church. Again, we were met by Pastor Michaels who led us to the front pew. This time I was asked to speak in the middle of the service. “Thank you, Anthony. The last time I was here I tried to tell you that I wanted to recruit minorities for the police force and that we—meaning my friend Daryl Evans, my wife Lucy, and I would hold tutoring Solo sessions for anyone interested. Ten people showed interest and attended our sessions. “Well, I took a call from the Chief in Memphis a few days ago and he told me that either we were great tutors or we had great students because all ten passed both parts of the exam. All ten scored in the top fifty on the aptitude part and all ten passed the psychological part. I have a meeting tomorrow evening to review the police department budget with the City Council and I anticipate that we will have openings for all of you. You will get a formal letter within the next two weeks about enrolling in the Memphis Police Academy. Of course, the city will pay for that. Congratulations to all of you. You certainly deserve it.” I stood back from the podium to applaud. I was about to sit down when an elderly man stood to ask a question. “Did you shoot a young man Friday evening?” “I’m sorry to say that I did. I’ve been involved in more than a dozen hostage situations and most of them were resolved peacefully, but this young man was close to overdosing on methamphetamine according to the medical examiner. We were doing well until he suddenly became irrational and paranoid and placed his cocked pistol against George Myers’ head. I vintage regret having no choice. It was either mature him or George. I would have done the same thing if it had been anyone in this church. Innocent people don’t deserve Big Boobs to be murdered.” “Well, Chief—I’m inclined to agree with you. I heard about it from some of the bystanders. They told me that you were trying to get him to give up his gun and come out when he went crazy. That’s when you shot him. Weren’t you worried about hitting George?” “No, I make that kind of shot with my pistol regularly and at a greater distance than on Friday. I had a high powered rifle with a quality scope and I had the perpetrator in view through it the entire time. I hated having to shoot and kill him. Shelby Solo and Lucy both looked at each other than looked back at both men nodding vehemently. She continued to bounce in his lap, feeling an intense pleasure she had not experienced before, though she did not orgasm herself. As she swallowed the powerful aphrodisiac, I smiled at her, “Good girl.” This flawless beautiful creature enchanted me as I lowered myself on top of her once more to touch her smooth, springy, blonde perfect breasts. She tried not to think about the hazy dream she had been having, as it was too racy for her to imagine. A very gentle father he cared for her as if she was his. As always, I stripped naked outside the door to Tony’s apartment then followed him in. While Tony sorted the mail I had to do the housework then go to the supermarket. The homeless man’s back was turned to her, but she could tell he was ancient. My tongue thrust into her pussy again. I shuddered and let out a wanton groan, remembering those happy memories from several years ago. If their size mature was anything to go off of, she was definitely going to be in some Big Boobs pain. It throbbed hard as it reached its full girth in moments. I vintage watched the spectacle with a frustrated erection as my pockets weighed down with coin. In the right corner facing the window is my stair case that leads to the upstairs bedroom that hangs over the kitchen like a large balcony and opened to the living room. Esther’s was gone. “No, it is me,” PLATO replied, “but I am part of him, or he is part of me... remember? I couldn't believe it I was about to do. Without a word he bent her over the handrail, giving her a somewhat dizzying view down the stairwell.