. those sad, expressive eyes.I talked with Daddy every day about the Gunther case. I was thrilled to have even a Temporary FBI badge and was hungry to...make a contribution. But I was even more excited to be working directly with Homicide Detective, Dave Jennings. Retired.In between FBI things - Gunner Gunther things - I worked my other cases. The Edwin Caruthers Foundation for Children is vexing. I’d spent several days following two of the candidates to replace Barney Farnsworth as. ”Mom is that you?” Megan asked.”Sorry miss you have mistaken me for someone else,” I replied in that hateful tone turning away from her ignoring her.Bill returned and asked me who was that checking her sexy ass out as she walked back to her table. I told him just a case of mistaken identity.Megan walked back to her table hung her head and started to cry. I saw her point to me. Keith went to her, he stood her up and walked her from the restaurant with his arm around her giving me a hateful look. We had no males of our own, and the competition was fierce. Now, when I’m older, I’m not so proud of it, especially considering what happened afterwards.””Bellcauniel looked so distressed, so unlike her normal self, that a part of me started immediately worry for her. Another part of me tried to make some sense of the situation - without much success. Or any success at all.““You mean that Veryamedliel is the daughter of my mother’s former fiancé - and now I have children with both of you...””I. She lifted off and went to the bathroom.Mom would pee and shit without wiping, knowing that would turn dad on and make him hard for her ass.Mom went into the bedroom and showed dad her sexy damp crotch of brown bush. She rubbed her wet bush on his crotch and got him again hard.Mom lay on her stomach, legs together awaiting dad, in her next yoga position. Dad straddled with legs on either side, in his nest yoga position.Dad guided his well hung rod to her eagerly waiting brown hole. Putting.