"Okay--can you tell me how the conversation went?" Well, I'd been watching him closely, of course. There's no doubt that he thinks I'm attractive, but...he was perfectly professional--no leering, no flirting or inappropriate jokes."When he mentioned the traveling I said, 'Damon, just to be clear--I'm a married woman and I'm totally faithful to my husband.'"And he looked shocked for a minute, and then he smiled and shook his head and said, 'no no, Tommie, nothing like that. These are business. "Tonight," Mom repeated. "I usually check myself before going to bed."Belatedly, I turned to watch her go but only managed the briefest glimpse of her shapely bottom. Could women get lumps there, I wondered. I turned to the computer and opened Google.Mom came downstairs and presented herself to me in the living room that night after she and Dad had gone upstairs to go to bed."I almost forgot about my check-up," she explained her reappearance.She stood expectantly in front of me in her bathrobe,. Don’t you think Detective Haldeman should see it? I know Anton’s statement isn’t proof of his innocence, but it should be enough to get the cops looking in another direction for the killer.”Widener had some concerns. “Is there any way you can get it to him anonymously? Anton is still in need of protection, and this statement is only the beginning of months, possibly years of therapy to come.”“Yeah, I suppose I can pick up a clean USB drive at the store and have somebody drop it off at the PD.. I almost pleaded with myself to stop thinking about him and his imagined huge cock stuffing my pussy, my mouth and asshole... I wanted him badly, but the weather conditions being what they were, it was a sure sign I was alone for the night, with my toys and all things wildly erotic going on in my head...My clit was throbbing for attention and my pussy was wet with enthusiasm..I rummaged through my toy box and found the best one for this night's story of stories..It was the twelve inch real.