The three detectives

“Oh no?” he leered. “Then explain this!”

He threw down the polaroids of her naked body. Just as he had claimed, she had the birthmark that matched that of the killer. And she had the same huge, round bosoms that each of the witnesses had described. The three detectives were stunned, each staring at the pictures for ten, twenty, thirty seconds, before one of them suddenly uttered a sound that began like surprise but grew into amazement and then orgasmic exultation, and just as he spunked, his two colleagues did the same, all now flopping back in their chairs and barely able to keep their eyes open as the fronts of their trousers went dark and began to glisten.