It must have been the murderer himself with whom mom was having sex with.We were ushered into a spacious room where there were 4 policemen. One of the... was having a paper and a pen to note down our statements and one was filming us.“Hi I am CI Rajeev,” a hefty cop in his early forties said motioning us to sit.“It seems that you were the last person to have seen the late vicar Mrs. Maria,” another policeman by the name Alex said.“Could you explain exactly what happened that day?” he asked.Mom. "Do you mind if I sit here under your tree, it looks like it might rain?"The man looked up from his book, noticing her presence for the first time. She watched his eyes go directly to her breasts before he looked up and answered."Not at all," he smiled in return. "Though technically, I don't think this is my tree." You found it first," she pointed out. "So, until I know any better, it's your tree." Thanks," he replied. "I don't think I ever owned a tree before." It's a good tree, you should be. You push me back so I am lying down and you pull my zipper down, just as I did yours, slowly, agonisingly slowly. You pull my trousers down to reveal a pink pair of panties with a little frilly bow right in the middle. You kiss from my naval to the top of my pelvis teasing me with your tongue. I moan a little harder this time as my fingers play with my breasts. You look at me, almost sternly“Honey, no, that’s my job to please you, you have to watch, never touch” With a kinky smile my hands drop. Thwack! This time the Cane landed much harder, andjust below Catherine?s buttocks. It took Tom to hold her down from this one asCatherine squirmed and squealed on the sofa. Still though, she could feel Sean?s handsoothing the blow and just managed to say the required number seven and ask himfor more.Catherine was rewarded then by Sean?s handroaming further down, this time to the very edges of her glistening cunt lips,leaving Catherine, head buried in the sofa, quivering in the.