” They ran downstairs leaving Tom to think.“What in the world is wrong with me?” He said as he sat on his daughter’s bed. “I’ve never had ...hese kind of thoughts as I’ve experienced today, Checking out Beck and Jill, and now Karen?” Tom was absently running his hand over her covers thinking out load. “This is where her ass would be.” Tom jerked his hand back as if there was a snake there. Standing up and looking at her bed. “Tom, you have got to get this under control.”The rest of the evening. .. "Betty! Are you, I mean are we, I mean," my voice faltered."Do you mean are we having phone sex, lover?" I could all but see Betty's grin. "I'm sitting at my desk with my skirt up around my hips, the phone cradled on my shoulder and my fingers between my legs. So talk to me Sherry. Tell me about Peter's cock in you. Let me imagine he's fucking me."I was in the kitchen talking on the portable phone. As I continued my recitation I all but sprinted down the hallway to the bedroom. I flopped on. He had to strain a bit toforce the stiffened flesh of the jaws open wide enough for the twodetectives to get a good look."Look at the back molars," he said. "Tell me what you see."Jim leaned over and aimed the examination light that Matt had flipped ondirectly down the woman's throat. Leaning this close the odor of herdecay was stronger and he had to hold his breath as he did so, so as notto breathe in any more of her corruption than he had to.Jim stood up and turned his head to the side to get. I stepped out of the car and as I walked around the back of the car, Jamie and I met. I put my arms out to play-pretend like I was blocking her. Jamie stopped and put her hands on her hips. “You know that won’t work with me,” Jamie said. “It just did,” I shot back. “You stopped.” I dropped my arms. Jamie stepped in front of me. “Mr. P,” Jamie replied, looking me straight in the eyes. “Would you like to fuck me?” It was as though she could read my mind. “Would you like me to?” I asked. “Very.