He on the other hand, begun grabbing my ass and squeezing them hard.His hard cock was pushing against my stomach and my cock was aching to be released...from its dwelling inside my pants and boxers.We broke out kiss, pushing our cocks against each other he asked, “So how big are you?”“Well why don't you go have a look for yourself and find out?” This time it was my turn to wink at him, and once again he smiled the beautiful smile that seemed to melt away at my heart.Good god, was I falling in. But you have a separate career. I’d like you to do what you can with us. But tend to your other cases as well. Don’t fall into a pattern, vary your schedule every day.”“Okay.”“I’ll have an intermittent tail on you. You shouldn’t spot them, they haven’t been to our office. Two two-man teams from Chicago. Two-person teams. No suits, strictly blue collar all the way. They’re good.”“Good.” I thought some. “But they won’t be on me full time. Couldn’t be, that wouldn’t work.”“No, the coverage will be. "She hurried and slipped on her Academy sweater with the Chantilly laceshawl and a pair of lace gloves. "I'm ready Momma."I thought the destination to Precious who shared it with Runt.We appeared in the Rose garden, then followed the foot path to the patiowhere my mother sat arguing with the staff about some mundane thing orother."Mother," I got her attention."Is that little Fiona? No it can't be is this my great, greatgranddaughter?" No mother this is my youngest daughter, Chantilly Lace." I. Hisname is John. I have known you since you were just a sexytwenty-something and have since seen you blossom into a real woman inher sexual prime. I have always considered my son very lucky, if not abit boring, for what you seem to be- a firecracker.You and I have never flirted openly. But since my divorce 5 years ago,you have taken it upon yourself to check in on my love-life: more as aconcerned woman looking out for me than anything else.In my first year of divorce, I did the stereotypical.