Their affair had never been constant or demanding, they just got together when they felt like it--but now that lessening frequency had taken on sinist...r overtones. Caroline felt sure that Darleen must be having an affair with the redhead. She wondered how it had started and when. She wondered which one had seduced the other to begin with. Had Darleen told the redhead about them, about she and Caroline? Caroline hoped not. Cuntsucking was fun, but she certainly didn't want to be known as a. Before I could even begin to say anything, she leaned forward, picked up the DVD and turned it over. “MILF’s in Heat,” she said emphatically, looking straight at me. There was something in her light-blue eyes questioning me. She cocked her head to one side, waiting for me to speak. My heart was pounding in anticipation. I knew that the situation was dangerous. I wondered if I was getting the wrong signals. I questioned what would happen if I had misread everything, and she was waiting to. Maisie went to her bedroom from whence, just seconds later, thundered some of the pop music she particularly liked which to Emma’s ear sounded suspiciously like, if rather more lightweight than, the music she’d enjoyed at Maisie’s age. Maisie’s mother, Dorothy, smiled resignedly at Emma over her cup of coffee as if to suggest that she couldn’t help Maisie’s musical taste. Dorothy was a slim small breasted woman with a broad smile which clashed with weary eyes, that suggested a life of great. I was greeted by Harry Kendrickson and another gentleman, an older and somewhat short and stout gentleman dressed in a conservative black suit. “Harry, what in the world are you doing here at this hour?” I asked, ushering the pair in.“Waking slugabed children, of course,” he said unrepentantly, stepping inside. I snorted derisively at this and gave a curious glance at the gentleman who followed him in, and Harry introduced us. “Caroline, this is Mister Theodore Hawkes. Mister Hawkes, Miss.