Her body was on fire, trembling uncontrollably. Her cunt was grasping at her son's cock like a fist, gripping and relaxing, something that surprised h...r and delighted her son.Toby, grunting, worked his ass up and down, his eyes closed and mouth gaping. His movements turned frantic, jerky, uncoordinated. His balls were very tight, aching. Susan felt her son's cock throbbing, seeming to grow larger inside her cunt. She darted her hands to his naked, humping ass, curling her fingers into each. He probably has a mistress.”“Yes, well...” She paused. “This is different,” she sniffed.“Did you go to the police?” I asked.“No. Simon wouldn’t want it.”“And you think he’d want you to come to me?” Something was fishy here and it wasn’t just the smell of Puget Sound lapping up against the pier where my office was located. “I don’t do missing persons. I’m a computer pathologist.” Computer forensics is actually the field. Most of the time, I try to recover data erased from hard drives. Sometimes. 9: MEXICAN FAREMaria greeted Lana and Cindy, who carried in numerous boxes and bags.It took half-a-dozen trips from the car to completely empty itsoverflowing cargo. Two glasses of freshly produced lemonade werepresented to the girls, who commented on its deliciousness.Maria was told to remove her robe and handed some black, lacyunderwear, which she eagerly put on. A black, sleeveless A-line mini-dress came next followed by black, flat thong-toe sandals and finishedwith gold earrings. A make-up. The sensation was totally different from kissing her husband. Softer lips moving over hers; a smooth face instead of rough whiskers. Gwen’s hands reached up to cup Beth’s face. “Let me know if I go to fast for you.” She kissed her again, and her tongue reached out to touch Beth’s. They kissed for a while, tongues’ tangling, and Beth could feel herself getting more and more aroused. Gwen’s hands reached under Beth’s shirt and stroked her back. Beth wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. .