Two became too many. Only one screen mattered, and that was the screen that had Clara on it.Sweet Clara. Clara became an interest of mine. Interests b...came fascinations, fascinations became fantasies. Do your job. Had Clara and I ever met on the street or at the club before the day I found her, I don’t imagine she would have been my type, nor I hers. But we weren’t meeting in the club. We were meeting at the office, and she didn’t even know. How romantic. Her mannerisms stuck out for me first -. " That's right, mom", Mark told his fingering mother, "I'm waiting for you with this cock. Its yours to do with as you please whenever you want it. Come take your son, mom. Come to you own flesh and blood and do whatever you want."Like a prowling leopard, Jennifer bent over and crawled onto the bed, crawling over her son's legs until her face was close enough to his cock to smell his musk. She momentarily looked up, looking over the rim of her glasses into her son's eyes. The look she exchanged. I felt numerous things at that moment, I felt disgusted by the fact that this old man was asking this, I felt a bit violated but at the same time the confidence he had, the little squeeze he gave my boob and his strange request got my pussy tingling. “No I don’t know what you mean,” I said in a stern manner even though I mostly did. “Let me touch your boobs without anything covering it and I will consider it full payment,” he said. Again I was astounded by his confidence.He could easily get. I had only given her an outline of what to do and she filled in the blanks on her own. She wrote the report all by herself, too.In a way, she had repeated my secret pedigree analysis of fifteen years back using more markers, better technology and more advanced analysis software. The results were the same: Ronnie shared almost 40% of her alleles with my mother. Well, you can also look at pictures of my mother as a girl and you can tell the same even without a degree in genetics."That'll help you.