"Suspect? I'm not a suspect." Yes, you are." Suspect for what?" Terrorism." Terrorism? I'm not a terrorist." You fit the profile."Mom laughed, a harsh...laugh. "Don't be ridiculous."I didn't reply. Instead, I pulled the black headband out of my pocket, a remnant from my martial arts classes, spun Mom around and wrapped it around Mom's head before she could move, and then tied it. Prodding her back before she could react, I barked, "Move."Mom stumbled forward a couple of steps. I prodded her. Brad couldn’t help looking up to the giant screen above the center ice to see his love. He smiled and chuckled, seeing Abby wearing his hockey sweater. Her long brunette ponytail hung down between her shoulder blades, partially covering, Hayward 27. The length of his sweater stopped just above her short skirt, accenting her slender legs.Tingles of love and pride filled the families as they sang along, their gazes going from her to the giant screen and back. Abby finished on a high note to. Jim was busy watching and cleaning while I kept an eye out for meddlers. As Joy peaked, I saw our waitress approaching rapidly with a towel and extra napkins. Looking down at Christina lapping up her well-deserved windfall for her oral plunder, I whispered, "You have about five seconds before the waitress is here."Christina must have decided that the waitress, Jenny, would be okay with what she was doing. As she arrived to clean the mess, her eyes focused on Christina just as she took one last. I then applied my make up going for that sultry but not tarty look. Next I chose some hoop earrings then sat down to attach my false nails and paint them red. I put on some leather panties with tie sides, fastening them nice and tight in a double bow making sure that my cock was fully tucked down tight to avoid any bulge. I slipped on my bra over my 34 b breasts and added a white blouse leaving the top three buttons open just to reveal a little more cleavage. Stepping into my leather.