Well, probably nothing. Stan decided to look closer.They'd used thinner bond wire!Still probably nothing, he told himself. Had it been thicker it woul... be likely to cause trouble, but thinner... well, he'd better tell Anne anyway.He got up and walked over into the lab.Anne's team looked very stressed indeed. He took a look at Anne's face and reversed, walking instead to the coffee machine. He poured a cup, black, added extra sugar and took it to her."Thanks, Stan," she said a little absently.. .I suppose we can take care of your problem neatly." She pulled me toward the bed, sat on the edge, and said, "You mustn't cum on my slip...I want to wear this dress, and you have soiled all of my light-coloured slips, but you may cum on my stockings...they are easy to change." She pulled her slip up past her stocking tops, and put her legs together. "Now then, go into my drawer and get a two pair of my silk stockings." I did as she asked, and went back over to her. "Put one pair on the bed. “Oh my fucking god mom, that’s it” Jake said out loud as he cummed into her mouth. Jane froze stiff as he unload into her mouth. Once done Jane got up and ran for the room from Jake knowing that it was his mother that was sucking his cock. She locked herself in her room for the night and it wasn’t till late the next morning when she would come out. Jane walked down the stairs and found Jake sitting in the living room watching a movie. “Uh Jake, sweetie” Jane said as she reached the bottom of. Her phone calls, her e-mails, her instant messaging revealed nothing of a sexual nature, instead simply became for me a boring task of sifting through screens of uninteresting correspondence.Even the camera and bugs I'd placed in moms office the second week had yielded nothing more than the odd comment between the lovers that simply confirmed my suspicions that something was going on. But no real proof!It was mom's 2006 date book and calendar that finally gave me my first true clue. Kept on her.