Then added: “Okay roll onto your stomach and butt up and open your legs... just a bit”I thought I’m still in control here...he has gloves...it�...s only the tip of a purpose designed rectal thermometer going into my pucker hole...If he crosses the frickin line...I’ll ...Well I would...All this was firming in my mind as I rolled over...dropped the doona cover and spread my butt thighs just a bit... Steve would be greeted with no standard cotton nightie...How would he react?... I was thong sexed. She was moaning softly now. But these were not the whimpers of fear she had been making before, no these were moans of pleasure. I kept it up stroking her clit, squeezing her tits and gently rubbing her clit. I also kept up my whispering. Telling her how much she loved this. And how good it felt to be getting fuck by her own son who loved her so much. And how good it would be if she would just make this dream come true.I had planed to get off and clean up the mess so she would never know what I. The heat from his hands, so intense it almost burned, was a shock to her cold skin. His grip tightened and he moved her head so the Detective could see where her neck was broken. She couldn't decide which was worse, the pain it caused or the sound of her shattered bones grinding wetly into each other and traveling through her skull. The Detective looked on, making some notes in a small spiral notepad.He commented, "We looked all through the club, but couldn't find any I.D. on this one."Without. We were just out of sight of any of thepassengers and as soon as she had fastened herself into her seat shereached out her hand and started to caress my leg. I looked over at herand she smiled at me. At that moment I knew I could not resist her andthat I was hers for whatever she wanted. I smiled back and spread my legsa little wider to allow her more of my leg to caress. As we shot down therunway and into the air her hand slid further and further up my leg and wasbrushing my pussy and clit.