A shiver ran through me, moving inwards toward my crotch, at the compliment. Involuntarily I pressed my thighs together and arched my back, this broug...t my ass higher by a few centimetres and widening the crack enough so that nothing was hidden."Mrs. Norton spanks you when you have been bad doesn't she mom?" Yes." And frequently - I loved it."Does it normally lead to 'other things'?" Yes." Always.Why doesn't she just start! My sex was starting to moisten rapidly and I was worried that I would. Beyond the saggingbreasts and skin, the ridiculous hair-dos and unflattering clothes, theydevelop an almost unhealthy obsession with children. It probably hassomething to do with their children leaving, but many of them becomebaby crazed, the same way some people act around puppies or kittens.Case in point, my Great Aunt Ruth, who used to smother my cousins and meagainst her massive sagging rack, kissing us and leaving our facessmeared with lipstick. The old woman in the elevator reminded me of. “The FBI is the best in the world at tearing apart someone’s life and digging through everything and everyone they’ve ever known. If there’s a connection, I guarantee we’ll find it.”“I hope so.”Taylor sounded doubtful, but in actuality, he agreed with Crawford’s assessment. His ability to dig through someone’s life and find that one clue that leads you to the next one that leads you to who he was looking for was what had allowed him to close all the personal cases he’d taken since he’d started. My cock tingled as I shifted, sitting in Noah's bedroom with my friends, bull-shitting like we normally did after classes. Teo, our Hispanic friend, ran a hand through his short, black hair and glanced at me. “D'uh, it's Henry's mom. She's got those big, huge tatas.” He held his hands before his chest, his fingers flexing. “The way they bounce... They are perfect.”A thrill ran through me, the memory of my mom's bouncing tits flaring in my mind, even as I scowled and said, “Naw, no way my mom's.