While she wasn’t watching, I quickly sniffed my fingers and the sweet smell of excited teen pussy confirmed my suspicions. “Mom and Dad are out at...the coast today, they’re going to be so happy to see you” she said. As we walked down the hall to the living room I saw a teenage boy sitting on the couch trying to cover an obvious bulge in his sweat pants. I think I must have interrupted something. “This is Willie” said Rachel. “Willie, this is my Uncle Andy”. “Pleased to meet you Willie, have you. Gonna be late!"The door to our home slammed two seconds later.Still standing in exactly the same spot I again looked down at what my son had seen. This time, having happened in the few seconds since I last looked, I saw that my small nipples had hardened and pushed the well-worn cotton of my nightie out from my chest.My god - was this all my own fault!When he returned that evening, he did not realize that our home was cleaner that it had ever been. I had worked like a dog, sweating out thoughts. Aaaaahhh.. I am so fucking wet..don’t stop.. I am cuminggg!” Oh what a feeling it was when she came! I could taste all the wetness flowing out as she gripped her legs tighter around my neck, lifting her body in the air.I was so hard and wet myself, I wanted to fuck her now, fuck her really hard! I spread her legs open, held them tight and flipped her around, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Spread her ass cheeks and thrust my cock in her pussy, all the way till I could feel my balls on her. The fact that oneof the injured was the son of a police officer connected with many ofthe officers who had children. Mark was treated roughly, and after theidentification stages of mug shot and fingerprints, was locked into asmall cell as a minor.The acting superintendent of 32 Division, Insp. Ron O'Rourke, took aspecial interest in the case when he heard that Art Orange was theparent of one of the injured. He interviewed Mark, and questioned manyof the boy's facts. To start with, he looked.