The delicious little bitch! He slipped forward in his chair toward its edge. "Did he send you... your father, I mean?"Katie stared at him, her smooth ...row wrinkling as his words registered. "Send me? My God, no! He'd die if he knew I was here! Nobody knows! I told you... I overheard Mommy and Daddy talking... and I'd do anything to protect either of them... ! I want you to know that, Mr. Jenkins... !"The ogreish man's evil grin broadened. He felt his small hands begin to perspire at their palms. “I want you Daddy.” I grinned and took off my shirt, shorts and underwear. She stripped gracefully, revealing that incredibly young, smooth body once again. We crawled into the cozy bed and she snuggled up to me once more. “Hey bhagwan, you’re gonna wear me out, beti,” I said. She laughed and said, “Just hug me for a little bit?” I agreed and she turned so her back was to me. I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, spooning her. Despite my weariness, however, my cock was already hard,. “What I got was a place to start asking real questions of real people. I have no idea if it will do any good, but it’s a place to start.” I said.“Julie is here and wants to talk to you,” the judge said.“Deacon, what are the things I can research for you?” she ask.“Find out who owned a food truck at the time Marcus Martin was murdered. Get his name and address if you can?” I suggested.“When I get back to my computer, I’ll do my best,” Julie said.“What you have one of those fancy phones and can’t. They had no idea of the sexual agony that was taking place inside the truck, but instead of providing a distraction, their presence turned me on even more. What if we get caught? The trouble we could have gotten into made me even hotter. As I tried to tune out her explicit suggestions, she regained my full attention by grabbing my swollen shaft. With a twist of her wrist she rubbed her soft palm around the head of my penis, I jerked as my breath was cut, I almost came. “Is that.