She started coughing and tried to say something. I hushed her. I gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead and whispered: "I'm sorry, Melissa. I didn't w...nt that to happen to you. I love you." I raised my head. Saw how the real FBI agents attacked the very surprised looking Marcus and Chris. "Somebody call 911," I yelled like I was insane. I looked back down to Melissa and saw how her face expression went from being scared into blank. I gave another loud cry as I felt her body losing under my. “Sorry, I don’t know her number. I haven’t had to call her since the country settled my suit. If you give me my wallet, I can look up her dad’s number and have him call for me.”“I think I’ll just book you, and hold you over night,” she said.“Good idea, I’m sure Marcy wont find anything wrong with that plan,” I said again.“You know you want to wave your right to counsel. Then show me how much smarter than me you are.” she said.“I’m not smarter than you. I just have nothing to say. The three. I don't like the looks of them. Take them off and take the socksoff too," she directed causing him to sit back down and do as he wastold. "Here, try these," she said handing him a pair of black leatherwedgies that she had bought at a 'tall gals' shop. They had a moccasinfront with a two inch wedge heel. He slipped his stockinged feet intothem and stood up. "That's better," she told him "Wear those." Whenshe saw the look on his face she remarked "It'll be OK, it's gettingdark out. Your stockings. Lowered her skirt and now asked me to get up and be ready for the breakfast. During breakfast, I kept on asking her “How does a woman feel when inserted” etc. She finished her breakfast and went upstairs neglecting my questions. I went to her bedroom and asked her to explain me how to fuck. She said that since she was my mother she could only say orally but not practically. I needed a girlfriend to do this. As she said, I replied that I had promised her not to open this matter. Seeing eagerness.