Hoo boy… ‘You work for the Public, Detective.’ snarled Brownlee. ‘And the Public has every right to know what we are doing with their tax doll...rs.’ ‘You bastard…’ growled Joanne. Brownlee’s face went crimson, almost purple. He began striding towards Cummings, who was sitting at her desk. ‘What did you call me, you little good-for-nothing–‘ His hand was raised as if he was about to hit her, but he happened to see over his shoulder. I was right behind him, and the Red Crowbar was actually raised. “You gave me your milk when I was a kid. Now let me give my milk to you,” I said happily.“Ok, let me drink your milk,” she said.“I want to fill your hole too with my milk,” I added.“Are you going to make your mother pregnant?” she asked.“If you let me, yes” I replied fondling her breasts.She started slowly moving her hand up and down over my tool, giving me immense pleasure that ran all over my body. I kissed her passionately.“Then we have to plan it, I like the idea,” she said.“What?” I. Lyle quickly got on top of Jen, and adjusted his cock to fit in between her thighs They began to French kiss. He played with her tits a bit, sucked on her nipples, then spread her legs and proceeded to eat her pussy. My wife has never been responsive to oral stimulation, but Lyle’s apparent expertise seemed to prove otherwise, and because Jen only wanted to achieve orgasm with me, she pushed him back. Lyle’s confused look quickly disappeared when Jen got herself on her knees over him and begun. When the adults were seated, they stood in front of them as Brad started to speak."OK ... we realize that Megan and I never gave you any indication that we had these feelings for each other. And we realize that if any of you had suspected it, you would've told us right away. Which led us to wonder why we felt the need to keep these feelings hidden ... and wondered if it was our subconscious minds trying to tell us that there was something wrong! That these feelings were wrong ... And if so, why.