This was fucking creepy. Still? It had been so very long since anyone had touched me intimately as she was doing now. When she parted my labia lip... and started ever so gently to finger fuck me I pushed back into her. ?Dat’s it mija comes to mama.? She cooed in my ear. ?Tell mama ya love her.? I couldn’t do it! I was so caught up in hating her stupid pig ass and the marvelous forgotten feeling of my sex. It was mind boggling. She stopped fingering me just as I was about to cum and. ... you take both hands under my skirt on my hips.... and lower me onto your very hard cock... I move down slowly.. bracing myself with my hands on your shoulders..... burying my head in your neck... still moving down... I slide down slowly until I've got all of you in me and just sit there, feeling you... pressing forward a little to grind my clit against you, you hold my hips in your strong hands and begin to move me up and down... up and down... slow at first so my juices can totally soak. "We got a hit off the Brockleman's phone records from right after Mary Beth's death. It came from a cell phone in Bedford. My guy down in South Carolina called the number. The guy who owns it said he had no idea who used it. He's a day laborer working at some of the apple orchards in the area. He said he often took his jacket off and he always left it in the pocket. He said it could have been any of the day laborers." He probably already told them and they're on the run again," Chumley. " Got it, Chuck, sure glad you're doing this instead of me. Talk to you later."I looked at my watch to see it nearing the noon hour. This had been time consuming. I quickly called ATF and Homeland Security to give them date and time, and to have their agents contact Wanda. I would call the IRS, but those guys had loose lips and always screwed things up. I was thinking I needed to get Bobby to assign someone but it wasn't within our jurisdiction and all we would do was to cloud the issue. If we.