Then she patted him on the backside and sent him back out into the restaurant.All too soon (or for the guy who had to hand-make more ravioli halfway t...rough the shift, not soon enough), the night was over. It was almost midnight. The last patrons had been served, the bills paid. There had been a few tense moments, but for the most part, it had gone well. Better that Mr. Murphy had wreaked havoc upon them on friends and family night than at the grand opening.Marissa walked around the restaurant. The small rental frame house was even more modest than that which they had shared with Allan. Neither of them had adjusted well, she thought, to Allan's leaving. She had grown despondent, despite the absence of the beatings, for as she tried to shift her entire affection to her son, Kyle steadily withdrew. He, of course, blamed her for Allan leaving and somehow convinced himself that she had also somehow manipulated the father into abandoning his son as well. Coupled with his self consciousness. " What about Whitecoff?" I'm gonna see if I can discreetly get a copy of his prints from DOJ to compare, but you can bet your ass that none of the one's on the phone are his." Probably not," Wilson agreed."And as for the rest of the report..." He shook his head in disgust. "Nothing. Not a single goddamn thing was found. No hair samples, no skin samples. Blood was found on the carpet where Buckingham went down and we've sent it off to the lab for DNA typing, but it's undoubtedly his." We're sure. Walking with my pants around my ankles made the trip toward the bedroom seem like an eternity as I followed Karen, naked except for her panties, to our ultimate destination. She pushed me down on the bed and with one hand and squeezed my cock while the other finished taking off my pants. I heard her say, “Now, that’s what I’m talking about!” Licking the tip of my cock, she smeared my pre-cum all over the dark pink, bulbous head. As her lips enveloped my shaft, I heard her moan. I felt her.