She bit her bottom lip and responded:“You can finish if you want son.. Your ball look pretty tight, i'm sure you’re close” That was all the conf...rmation I needed. “Where should I finish though mom, you saw the mess I made this morning” “That’s right” She said, without breaking stare at my cock“Ok son, this has to stay between us.. But if you’d like, you can cum on mommy's hands. When you’re close just put the head on my hands and you can cum” I felt a wave of heat come over my entire body as. Inodded like a regretful child. "I'm sorry, Jessie."Jess sniffled. The rage was gone and the only evidence of our battle wasa red splotch on her cheek. I had a scratch on my neck and discoveredanother one above my eyebrow. "Jessica," Sam intoned again.Jess pouted, licked the tears from her lips and finally whispered,"Sorry."I knew right then the band was dead. Even if we were to get our maleselves regeneticized tomorrow, even if we were to have Snipe deliveredto us unharmed, too much had. Michael, at least was afellow professional--an accountant. Tony, on the other hand, worked inconstruction. His interest in politics was minimal, and whatever viewshe did express were the polar opposite of mine. He was a passionatehunter, fisherman and outdoorsman. I never ventured far from the solidpavement and bright lights of the city unless I couldn't help it. Butsomehow we clicked. One of the oldest clich?s in existence is "oppositesattract." We were living proof of that, at least for a few. I made friends with at waitress there named Debbie. We worked one really slow Sunday and spend some time sitting in the dining room talking. She starts to tell me about this one hot cop that ests there. He was Italian and about 6ft 3 and hot... according to her. I thought.. maybe the transfer might be a good thing. That following Wed night, Debbie and I were closing.. She come running back to the kitchen, telling me that the hot cop was there and that I had to come see him. I walked out to.