Then I told Karen that she had another job to do before she wore the thong in public. Karen has light brown hair. The problem wou...dn’t have been as noticeable if she were a blond but there were follicles of pubic hair showing outside the little area covered by the thong strap up her ass. Karen was mortified. I told her to roll over. She put her hand over the bikini top, rolled over and sat up. One cup of the top flopped open exposing most of her right tit but. I wasn’t in a position to answer, let alone go anywhere. I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful cunt that was working on me with all the subtly of a velvet glove.Rising up until the tip of my cock was on the verge of slipping out, she closed her cunt mussel and when she slid down my shaft, I could feel the ripple of her mussel squeezing me all the way. She was an expert. The amount of control she had amazed me. Rena and Mika just lay back and watched their Aunty go to work. Leaning back. “I can’t let this happen again,” I muttered, shaking my head.My cat gave me a funny look, probably wondering why I wasn’t moving to the kitchen yet. She didn’t really seem to care about my issues and it added to the sting. My cat was often the only creature who gave me some comfort, but I wasn’t even getting that now.“Fucking great, I really blew it,” I said, while I looked at my cat.“Meow?” Was all she replied.She actually sat down and went quiet while she looked me in the eyes, forgetting. ” Roger Grainer, One Ault Drive, Cincinnati, Ohio.” Several pictures of a well-dressed, young-looking man with old eyes opened on the computer’s display.Amazement colored Jason’s words. “How the heck did you do that?” Another window popped up. This one displayed financial data.“I used the legal databases to which your father subscribes. Men of means often do business with lawyers. Our suspect is no different. He has an extensive litigation history.”“Can we confirm if he has Stephanie?” Instead.