. you mean us being here ... like this ... isn't freaking you out?"I smiled. "I am sometimes envious of my son," I said. "One such time is right now."...er skin darkened from just above her hands, upwards. She smiled, finally."I feel silly." Trust me, you look anything but silly," I said."Mister G," she said, lowering her eyelashes half way. "Are you flirting with me?" I suppose I am," I admitted. "Not that I have a right to but..." I turned to my son, who looked like he had just seen a unicorn,. ‘The computer was, also.’ ‘Who are your insurers?’ asked Phyllis. ‘State Farm.’ said Mr. Jones. ‘Mr. Tennison is my agent.’ ‘Were any papers stolen? Any important documents?’ Cindy asked. ‘No… well, not that I can tell.’ said Mr. Jones. ‘They certainly made a mess of things, and I haven’t gotten everything back in order. But my most valuable papers are upstairs, in the gun safe. And that also reminds me, they didn’t even try to get in the safe. There are some antique guns in there that might be. . As I'm eating you, getting into it more and more..I slide two fingers into your pussy and start fucking you with them, working your "G" spot over. I look up at you and catch a look in your eyes, a long blink as you turn your head slightly. "She's getting into this." I think to myself as I smile inside and start pumping your pussy harder and licking your clit with more fervor. Listening to your moans, either way; in protest or pleasure, its all the same to me. I slide a finger from my. "Well! Do you accept my apology?" She asked with a nervous exasperation."Yes, of course, but of course there's nothing to apologise for of course." I stammered, just about making sense.She smiled briefly before her nervousness showed again."The second reason is that I want to know if you meant what you said." When and what?" I enquired, puzzled once more."Last week, just before I ran away." Her confidence drained away and I could even see her face pale, but she finished albeit in a whisper..