Was it Demie? I started moving toward the bedroom, and then realized that if I was wrong, then there was an intruder in my place!Instead, I backtracke... into the kitchen and grabbed a large knife. I kept as quiet as I could as I approached the bedroom again.As I looked into the room I could see that it was well lit from the sunlight angling through the window but there was a sort of --- miasma was the best word for it -- a swirling darkness that pulled in the light, making it difficult to see.A. He promised to get on the job right away, but we decided not to wait for him. Buried in the information that I had picked up was an address that we could follow up on. We could look without a warrant, so we could act immediately, but the police had to go through the official routine.That afternoon, Nancy and I drove past the address, and it turned out to be a building rented by a local imam who was known to be against the use of American troops in Muslim countries. That, alone, was not enough. I also considered a total stranger (that had entered the fantasy more than a few times) but I worry about diseases and such (I insist on bareback with my baby). One evening my son dropped by to visit me when I was home alone. He’s a 41 year-old with a great body, girls say he is gorgeous. I knew him to be a very naughty individual – I had seen some of his homemade porn clips. His cock was bigger than mine: longer & thicker. Actually he has a beautiful cock. We got talking about sex and it. He expertly mouthed my nipple with the right combination of sucking and caressing with the tongue, a feat he knows drives me wild. It was at this precise moment that he took advantage of my burgeoning desire and moved from soft touches to slipping a finger in my soaking cunt. I bit my lip to keep from groaning too loud as a second finger followed."No need to be quiet, baby, they aren't waking up," he whispered in my ear as he vigorously fingered me.I pushed him back and climbed off the counter..