"Did he seem sober?" Mike asked, knowing his gaze was sharpening. "Could we have an advantage in interrogation, Abby?" Mike barely resisted the urge t... rush her, knowing she was a little fragile and not at all herself right now.God, yes, he was sober. Made me drunk off of his soberness, his kisses, his touch, his ... stop it! Abby was pretty sure she was going to go crazy if she didn't have a little time to work this all out on her own. Taking a breath, she said, "Yeah, he seemed sober, sober. She finally pulled her eyes off my chest and looked me in the eyes. She had a gorgeous face. Big blue eyes, a light dusting of freckles, just enough to accentuate her youth. And while my features were what youd call delicate, she had those high, strong cheek bones Irish girls always have, but they were still mostly concealed under an innocent layer of baby roundness. God, she was delicious. How much, she said. Smart girl, I thought. Hows $50. sound? Her eyes lit up. I knew that would at least. “No, I was just relaxing and enjoying my hot bath. Do you mind if I file my toenails and paint them while we talk? I really do need to ask you some personal questions about a few things that have been bothering me lately,” I told him and sat on the opposite end of the couch from him. I sat on the couch arm with my feet on the couch facing him. I knew my robe was completely off my legs and that my pussy was exposed. I could look down and see my pussy and it made me feel so fucking horny, just. .uh..think you had better go!” Mom insisted as she took a step back.“I have to see something first” he said as he continued to move towards her.“Uh..what..what..are you talking about?” she asked nervously, as she tried to step back again, but bumped into a small table, giving her nowhere to go.“Just this.” he said and reached for her waist, gently pulling her towards him. Mom seemed to resist, but her body glided towards his as he leaned down and placed his lips gently on hers.“Mmmmmmmmpffhh!!”.