I was 12 and had greateyesight, and enjoyed spending the time with Mom and talking to her.This became a sort of Saturday night ritual. We started goi...g to thedrugstore and picking out the color from time to time. I'd then do hertoes with whatever polish we had or had selected for the week while shedrank wine and we talked. It was no big deal to me.School had just finished and summer vacation had started the day beforewhen, one Saturday night, as were doing pretty much as normal, she lookedat. We tore at our clothes as if they were on fire. The gal was a natural beauty. She was not more than 16. Her boobs were terrific. I sucked them like an infant. She was moaning with pleasure. I made her sit on the bed. Lay in her lap and sucked her boobs and made her hold my cock. As she played my finger went between her thighs and started to rub her clit. She was wild with passion now, bending and kissing me, biting my lips and ear. I suddenly entered her cunt. She felt slight pain. In minutes. ”My heart was suddenly pounding in my chest. I could tell where he was going with this. I should have got up and left, but it was raining outside, and his apartment was warm and cozy. I should have pushed him away, but the sweet wine on his breath drew me closer. When I didn’t move, he pressed his mouth gently to mine, and his long fingers caressed the back of my neck. He tilted his head so that our lips melded perfectly. His tongue teased the edge of my bottom lip before pushing past it. I. By the time I get off the phone with them, it is after lunch. I have officially hired Cohn and Wolfe, and they have conducted a thorough interview.During the interview, they asked that I not talk to the media unless they arranged it and gave me talking points. When I put the phone down, I vowed to avoid that part of the newspaper and ignore the press as far as school is concerned. If Cohn and Wolfe do a good job on this, I might use them for other things. After all, in the court of public.