I lifted my hips up off the table just a bit and rocked my ass back against her finger. She started applying more pressure and slowly slid her index f...nger into my ass. At first, she only went as far as her first knuckle and slowly moved it in and out. Gradually she moved to going to her second knuckle until finally her finger was buried in my ass 3 knuckles deep. Her other hand was still working my shaft, tip and balls and the pleasure I was feeling had me going crazy. She motioned for me to. “Well mom, what do you think?”She suddenly seemed to get quite embarrassed and much to my disappointment, she released her grip on my cock as if it was too hot to touch.“Um, er, ah, well Michael, I think that this preliminary test indicates that everything seems fine. I guess maybe it’s time for me to share a few things with you about your good, old mother.”She looked as if she was going to start to cry and said in a very shaky voice, “Under the circumstances, I think I should let you know. Being rich doesn’t make you a bad person, though it tends to nudge you in that direction if you’re not careful. Maybe not so much bad as egotistical and paranoid, actually. But the people who bought houses here didn’t do it to start families, to live their lives from start to end. These weren’t even vacation homes, because who the hell vacations in a place where you can’t drink? I wouldn’t, and I have about one beer a month on average!There were no beacons here, or at least I didn’t find any,. "The FAA, the NTSB and the FBI are all investigating the plane crash." "Why the FBI?" John asked. "They don't usually get involved in something like this." Carol shrugged her shoulders. "The newspapers didn't have much to say about the plane crash that we don't already know." "The main thing the newspapers are writing about is the reorganization of the company and the sell-off of certain divisions." John started to blow up, "Get this van back to the office, I want to see what happens this.