Mr. Olson called us as soon as he received the ransom demand, since he was listed as the child’s guardian while the parents were in China for a year...on business. We had prevented a mugging of the Olsons on a trip into Boston, so they had considerable confidence in us, and they had heard of our success in finding the Klingman children. They didn’t feel like the FBI or the local police were taking the case seriously enough, so they called us.Both the FBI and the Worcester police were pissed off. “Oh yeah!”The scally felt he would cum with much more sucking. He pulled his cock out.“Take down your trousers. I want to fuck you and cum all over your nice nylon shirt!”“You can’t! My Father will see! He will know what I’ve been doing!”“Well I will cum inside you then!Adam stood up and did as he was told. He was very turned on by this lad’s demands and how horny he was. He undid his belt and dropped his trousers round his ankles, followed by his pants. A big string of sticky precum oozed. "That's different." How?" mom responded. "Once you've seen one you've seen them all, besides you've all got the same plumbing." Then she started to chuckle knowing I was getting really embarrassed and losing the argument.I continued, "It is that's why, you and dad are married and sleep together." basically another way of saying that they were having sex."So?" mom came back."Ya know? you're allowed to touch each other, that's why! Moms are not allowed to touch their sons down there."Mom then. It was as close to a target range for blind spots as we could devise, and the sound of the ball hammering the paper gave a satisfying smack.Wendy would spin to face me and give just enough lift to the ball to clear the net and I would jump up and spike it. With my height and slender frame, I was easily jumping over two feet up from a standing position and Wendy had shown an uncanny knack for placing the ball wherever I was standing, and I made sure never to be in the same place twice. I moved.