He drank his beer, lit his smoke, and watched TV.“I just have one question for you,” Mrs. Simmons still had one question.My Mom’s smirk suggeste... she was thinking, “Great! Finally, you have a question!”“Why are you doing this for us?” Mrs. Simmons wanted to know what we would get out of it.The one question she asked wasn’t about why her daughter was naked and hadn’t packed a bag. I didn’t hear everything my Mom and Julie talked about the training, but it sounded like they went into detail on. We both wanted this case solved, but for different reasons."What are you thinking?" Christie asked as we walked out of the station toward our parked car."I'm thinking there might be a way to get a sample from Paul and have a witness at the same time." How?" I know one place he goes to drink. He's usually alone, too. If I get to the bartender and let him know what I'm after, maybe I can get his cooperation to get a glass that we can use." Why would the bartender do that?" she asked.I took my. She reached out with her tongue and gently licked the tip, before pulling her mouth away from it. "I'm not going to stop giving you a hand-job," she teased, "until you cum for me." Oh, oh my..." I breathed out loud. This woman is incredible! She wouldn't stop until I came in her hand?"But I don't want you to cum yet," she added. "Hold it in. I want to keep pumping this dick; keep pumping it for all it's worth and give you as much pleasure as I can."Kathy's left hand then squeezed my balls, the. I looked down my t-shirt and noted how visible they were, and looked back at daddy and smiled, 'Sorry Daddy, I guess I am just feeling a little fruity this morning', daddy always used to say fruity when he wanted sex with mother, his way of masking it from his offspring, which was ridiculous as they fucked with lots of noise.He continued his reading but with furtive glances across at my poorly concealed tits, that had divorced two years back and as best to my knowledge he had never been inside.