I kept my gaze away from the mirror while I did. It was a struggle to fit into my jeans but I managed to slip the top button shut, sliding my flip-flo...s onto my bare feet. With a deep breath I pulled open my underwear drawer and dug around in the back until I found the set of keys, still attached to its bright blue lanyard, and shoved it deep into my rear pocket. My phone I shoved into the other one and, tiptoeing towards the door, I turned the light off and stepped as lightly as I could manage. . your presents are kind of ... sexy ... a little bit.” he finished lamely. “And your mother may not want you to have them.”Mary looked over her shoulder from the sink. “I don’t think Mom’s in any position to tell us we shouldn’t be ... sexy.”“Come on” said Bob. “What happened last night was something that had been building for years and we didn’t even know it. It just ... happened.”“Like what you did to me ... us ... last night? Did that just ... happen too?” asked Mary.Bob thought for a. ..hell, she could have been a fashion model with her looks."Hi, Ms. Larimer?," I asked."Yes," she replied"I'm Mark Slade from the District Attorney's office. Could I have a few minutes of your time to ask you some questions about your allegation against Detective Barnett?" Yes, that would be ok....would you like to come inside and have a refreshment with me, maybe lemonade or iced tea?" I'd like that," I told her.We went inside her home and I sat down in her living room while she went to the. A short, quiet hum was her response as his hands cupped around her upper thighs and stroked up, his thumbs sliding between her thighs to the crease with her core. They squeezed just below her ass cheeks, thumbs skating along her freshly waxed outer labia, then pulling them apart to view her pink center. “Oh my. Did you know you were dripping already, pet?” he asked, a smirk evident in his tone. She nodded, feeling her blush deepen. “Yes, Sir. I can't help it.” He chuckled, then made her gasp.