She then started with my feet and worked her way up my body. Naturally I was getting hard but when I initially laid down my cock was pointing downward..., so now I had a growing erection towards her because she had parted my legs. There was no other communication between us apart from the odd inquisitive ‘OK?’ I am not a vocal person when aroused but I thought that it would be pleasing for the both of us to let out a low moan when her fingers touched my anus and then more when she ran her fingers. We thought we were in deep shit when they turned and quietly chatted to each other. They turned back to us and they went all 'good cop, bad cop on us.Bad cop wanted to take us in and throw the book at us. Good cop wanted to just give us a warning and let us go. After a few minutes Bad Cop said he'd consider it if Donna was 'nice' to them. I turned to her and we chatted quietly. She was absolutely fine with it. To be honest the thought of it turned her on even more. Bad cop looked at me and told. She appeared almost as if she were in a hypnotic state. It was eerie to say the least, if not downright weird. So much so that I was now afraid to say or do anything, and simply allowed her to continue fondling me, figuring that what she was doing to my cock as she played with it would suddenly dawn on her, and she'd come out of whatever trance she was in and release me. The problem was, it felt good."Mother?" I said, whispering so softly that I wondered if she'd even heard me the first time.. She reached over and stepped into what appeared to be two handkerchiefs tied together with a thin black string. As she slowly raised her hands, she straightened and wiggled her small behind as she pulled the small black triangle of the thong across her twin globes of pale flesh. She turned around and climbed onto the bed, turning diagonally to the camera and leaned back on her hands, she rested back on her heels and smiled again, amused at his obvious hard-on. She thrust her hips slightly.