They had all spent the week anticipating this get-together. Geeta and Pramod met the k**s at the door in short robes, Pramod’s hard-on already obvio...sly tenting his. “LEt’s get you two more comfortable.” said Geeta. She started on her son in law first, kneeling before him to open his jeans and pull them off, stealing a little lick at his thickening cock as she freed it from his underwear. “Mmmmmmmm…you’ve been holding out on us, Ashok.” Pramod helped his daughter undress, peeling off her scanty. She chided me for not letting Vic play in the regular Thursday night poker game that Jon had organized. I stared at her stupidly for a minute as she continued to tell me that men need to go out and do guy stuff sometimes, and that my banning poker night was a mistake. I managed to recover in time to tell her to mind her own business, but I was reeling. I'd never told Vic he couldn't go to poker night. Nor had he, as far as I had known, stopped going. What had he been doing on Thursday. With your hands behind you back it hangs loose from your chest. You want to remove it and throw it across the room but you maintain the illusion of your restraint. A restraint that is becoming more and more difficult to maintain.Feeling my warm hands sliding down inside your bra, feeling your hard nipples in the palm of my hands as I cup them. Moaning around the hard cock between your lips as I firmly massage both of your breast. My fingers deep in your flesh as you pleasure me. Your nipples. “If she’s on you, then you’ll see her across the courtroom.”Owen nodded and laid back. “I’m going to sleep off some of the painkillers. I’ll be here when the lawyer arrives.”The detective sighed. He stood up and turned to Mulhaney. “Call her. Do we have any other interviews left?”“No, all of the remaining girls had freaked out and would only talk with Keating,” Mulhaney said.“Probably would’ve worked with Jensen or LeBlanc,” the detective said, considering.“Maybe,” Mulhaney said. “But none of.