Nancy's hand brushes Mona's breast as Nancy slowly stands back up, saying, "If you think you'll be alright for a few minutes, I'd like to see if I can find any more clues about your rapist."
Mona looks at her sister and nods, "I'll be okay for now, but it'll be a while until I'm able to move much. Horse tranquillizers are very powerful on humans."
"We'll be back as soon as we can, Mona," You promise as you follow Nancy out of the stall.
"So what are we looking for exactly?" You ask Nancy as you walk along the field behind the stables.
"Footprints, tire treads - anything we can track down to give us an idea who the attacker was," Nancy Drew replies as she scans the grass.
You do the same; scanning the ground for anything unusual.
You ask Nancy, "So, did you notice anything about the mysterious motorcycle girl while you were chasing her?"
Nancy answers, "Well... she was in good shape. Very good shape. I can run pretty fast, but she was way ahead of me. And her body... um, her body was... she was very fit. Her jumpsuit was pretty tight. And she had blond hair - some of it slipped out from under the back of her helmet as she was running."
You kneel down; inspecting a patch of grass that has been worn down. A small footprint is in the mud below.
"Nancy, I've got something," You call over.
Nancy comes over quickly and kneels down across from you. As she kneels, you're treated by a perfect view up her skirt. You can see the crotch of her light pink thong as her legs are slightly parted. She pulls a small digital camera out of her bag, along with a metal ruler. She places the ruler next to the muddy footprint and snaps a couple quick pictures of the indention.
"Good eyes, sir. That should help us compare if we find a suspect," The clue-hungry teen says; grinning.
"I also snapped a picture of the tire treads down the hill from the motorcycle," She continues. "With any luck, we can figure out the make of the bike and then see if anyone around here owns one like it. What I can't figure out is: Who was Mona's attacker and what was the motive?"
Your eyes stay locked on Nancy's crotch and you can see that the crotch of her tiny pink thong is a little wet. You figure she must have enjoyed the view of Mona getting fucked by her attacker.
Nancy happens to glance up at you and she grins slightly as she follows your eyes; realizing what you're looking at. She flashes you a quick grin and she spreads her legs apart a little more; giving you a better view.
You don't take your eyes off of her panties as you say, "Mona's pretty hot, but it seems much too premeditated for someone just strolling by and deciding to have a go with her - what with the strap on and all." You note.
Nancy tugs up the side of her skirt a little more; spreading her legs open nice and wide. She pulls out the enormous strap on and holds it up, "Can you imagine getting something this big stuffed into your..."
With that, Nancy grins mischievously as she runs the head of the jelly cock under her skirt and along the slit of her pussy through her panties.
"Um, no," You say simply.
Nancy laughs a little, "No, I didn't mean 'you'. I just meant a girl like me - er - a girl."
You smirk, "Well, we did see Mona getting stuffed with it and she was squealing a lot. I bet if you - I mean 'a girl', were to get wet enough, it could definitely fit."
"Yes, she was squealing pretty loudly," Nancy says; rubbing the head of the strap on over her pussy faster now. "Thank goodness she got horse tranquillizers first," Nancy says with a slight grin as she slowly stands back up. "Still, I think Miss Lott's going to have some trouble walking in the morning."
You take your time standing as you look up Nancy's plaid skirt, but you eventually do and you both head back toward the stables as Nancy tucks the strap on back into her messenger bag. You notice that the gel cock seems wetter than it had been when it came out of her bag. |