Coswell wrote on the documents to add material to them.”A few more questions passed by from the prosecutor and then the defense took over.“Sheriff...Tompkins, what made you assume that those books and pages were to wage a campaign of demoralization, as you called it, against Mrs. Coswell?”“Errr, that was discussed in the van as we rode to the Coswell residence to serve the warrant.”“Did you ever consider another logical explanation for the possession of those pages and books?”“No, Sir. I did. He wasn't a huge man but he was big enough for her needsand with a deliberate movement she swallowed his cock for about thefirst four inches of its length. With a metronomic motion she began toslide her mouth up and down the length, tasting the pre-ejaculationjuices as they built up in her mouth.The man realised that he could not sit there doing nothing and began torub the woman's crotch before him, she murmured in encouragement as hebegan to gently run his fingers around the rim of her. Brendan found a spot in the back of the bus where the seats faced each other rather than forward. There was more chance of getting a butt in the face, but the extra legroom was worth it."Hola," a female voice called out across from him. Brendan looked up and into the face of a familiar Latina woman, one he had been scrupulously trying to avoid."Hi," he acknowledged."You know my brother, Hugo."Brendan nodded."I met him at the St. Margaret's last Saturday." I remember you," she said. "You were in. He said to me with a soft expression, "You can call me Julian, or even Dad, if we get to that stage." We may never get to that stage, I thought to myself. Not because I didn't think of him as a father, but because I could barely believe that such a man could have created me. He looked like something from the gods, while I just look like a regular boring human. "Okay, Julian,"I said softly as he started the car. The engine came to life, and soon we were speeding down the highway. When we'd been.