***** Keith was sick of the bureaucratic nonsense he had to put up with from the leaders in Washington. They really did not understand. It was not the...job of his office to find lost pets or mistresses that ran away. He was an investigator. Standing at five feet ten inches tall, Keith ran his fingers through his thinning black hair, Yes he was losing his hairline and he knew why. He managed to get on the nerves of every leader in the nations’ security team. He would not accept excuses, and. He did enjoy making small talk instead of Tac reports though, and nobody had shot at him in weeks! Lester loved this job. In his rounds, Les had found a cheap apartment above a bakery. He figured the warmth from the ovens would make up for the cold of the coming winter. After he had been in town a few weeks, he decided he ought to look for a permanent place to live. He was still covering the Downtown route, because Lupe Regan, nee O’Reily, had called in her additional three weeks of leave time.. A waitress led the way carrying a tray with a cake covered with candles and sparklers, and she was followed by four other waitresses. They were all singing'Happy Birthday' - to me! Instead of coming straight to our table, they processed round the outside of the room, singing all the time. The other diners joined in, and accompanied it with clapping to the beat. Finally the cake arrived at my table, and it was placed in front of me.It was covered in pink ice (what else?) decorated with lots of. I pulled one lip just enough to see the erotic color inside. Licking my finger I put it against the pearl peeking out from its shelter. Moms ass cheeks tightened and the hand on my shoulder squeezed me. (I hope women have good reasons for shaving their pussies. Comfort or something. Because I think it doesnt look good on a grown woman. And when youre down there munching and she has a four day stubble, its just not right.) Kissing the nearest nipple I asked Mom to lay down. She got on her back,.