.of course! Mutt and Jeff, theFBI agents who had pursued me from Chicago to Barcelona, were stakingout my father's funeral. Which could mean only on... thing: they neverbought my fake suicide, and they were still looking for me! I crouched down in my chair and tried to keep from hyperventilating.Thank God for my week knees, which were shaking under my dress. I wouldhave been arrested the moment I stepped outside the Corner Bakery, infull view of my family, turning my father's funeral into a. ”“Oh, I see. I thought this was something you had been doing for a long time. You seem so confident in your own skin.”“Well, actually you're the first person I've been naked in front of, with the exception of my husband.”I sure as hell wasn't about to mention Ben.“Oh, really? Ooh, I feel quite honored.”We laughed and the whole situation seemed a little absurd.“I actually get quite disappointed now when three o'clock comes around. Not that I don't want to see my kids, but I am loving this. .. you,” I teased them, but all the same, accepted that the fantasies about Mom and Jessica would have to just remain the elephant in the room these days.“Yeah, let’s get to bed, dear. We can check out your ... stories ... tomorrow,” Mom agreed, actually taking Darrell by the dick and leading him to the master bedroom.From the sounds that followed, there was no doubt even through the locked door that Mom put Darrell through the paces. She wanted her ashes hauled and he must have hauled them. I took the towel and threw it out.She came to the hall and checked whether all window curtains are closed properly. All was fine and she arranged for food. She brought in one plate and she fed me and herself. When it came to Jamoon I placed that on her pussy. She was sitting on the sofa. I ate Jamoon with her pussy. It was yummy!! I poured Jamon sugar syrup on her boobs and licked like mad.She went to the kitchen to clean the plates. She again took a quick shower and came to the hall. I asked.