Wendy didn't mind and would let the girls touch and fondle them. Some girls would even tickle them with their tongues and kiss them, which Wendy found...to be very pleasant indeed.The shower touching and fondling very soon moved to the bedrooms, and from the age of 11 to when she had her 13th birthday there was a steady stream of girls to and from her bedroom. Girls one at a time or in groups of up to five. Wendy welcomed them all with equal joy and passion. She soon found that five was her. He’s going to be taking over that new office in Dillon, and he’s going to be moving out this weekend.”“This weekend?” Like a punch-drunk boxer, Mitch seemed to stagger as he dropped into a chair next to his mother, his eyes scanning the incriminating photos strewn across the table.“Yes. He’s going to be staying in a hotel until the weekend, and then moving on Saturday. He’s asked us not to be here when he comes Saturday morning.”Mitch felt himself tearing up, and the lump in his throat had all. So he had made an appointment with a retired FBI tester who tested me. I passed it, as well as his trick 'test' questions. So after that when the police asked me if I would take a test my lawyer had agreed. While they had tried their best, I had passed their test, too. My attorney had stipulated we wanted our own 'qualified' person to read the results along with the police technician.So here we were, three days later and I was still suspect number one, even though I had passed the damned test!. Her breathing was heavy; as I continued to move her head up and down, feeling my dick hitting the back of her throat each time her head went forward.Again, I didn't want to cum before I got to fuck her so I removed my cock from her lips, staring at the pink lip stick she left behind on my shaft as I was pulling her to her feet pushing her onto the bed. I laid down on the bed as she grabbed a condom from the night stand and ripped the package open, rolling the latex down my shaft commenting that.