Karen was at home when I gave her a ring one lunchtime. She told me Paul had phoned and asked if he could pop around late afternoon. I thought this wa... interesting, as a couple of days ago, we had spoke and he knew I was working until six that day. I decided to take a half day holiday at work, making some lame excuse for the short notice, and drove home at a rapid pace. I parked away away from the house and waited for Paul to arrive. After only half an hour Paul's car pulled up outside and he. He’d ‘handled’ cases involving Marsdon a few times before. ‘Okay, guys,’ I said, ‘I’ll handle this one. Y’all can hang loose in your car while I talk with these guys on this bench here.’ I had the boys sit down on a bench on the church lawn. ‘Okay, boys,’ I said, ‘less than one week out of school, and you’re already in trouble with me. So why are you prowling around inside a church? It’s a good thing Pastor Westboro is out of Town. God Himself might be watching you, though.’ ‘We weren’t going. Again, I knew, I would have to move slowly, carefully, make her comfortable with herself and this situation, before I could proceed."Why?" I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "Why should we stop, mom?" It's ... it's just not right. It's so wrong, sweetheart."I bit my lip, trying to think through the haze of need engulfing me. "If it's so wrong, why were you coming on my fingers just now? It felt right to me, to be bringing you such pleasure..." I trailed off, awaiting her reaction."We. I didn’t want her to get her shorts oiled up so came up with a suggestion, “Maybe I should take your shorts off Nikki to save getting oil on them, it can be difficult to wash it out, is that ok?” I suggested and Nikki was in full agreeance, “Yes sir, that’s a good idea sir as these are my only football shorts, I don’t mind sir” she replied and even lifted her middle up as I took hold of the waistband gently pulling them down avoiding getting then oiled.I looked down at her raised arse clad only.