"Yes!" Mr. Brodie," said a voice that was vaguely familiar."Yes," I said curtly, ready to scream and hang up if it was someone from the Campaign for L...fe, or the Disabled American Veterans, or any of the robo-calling political campaigns that had already started with the primaries this past spring."This is FBI Special Agent Fife, Mr. Brodie," said the voice on the other end. "We..." was as far as he got."That thing in Columbia; was that her place?" I interrupted frantically. "I mean was that. Owen needed a date for some function related to his Foundation, so he asked her. Heather should be home from the end of her first week at the university any second. She texted me and asked whether she could pick up anything up for dinner. I told her Chinese. I called in the order and paid over the phone.“Matthew?”“She’s bringing him. Fortunately, her mother’s new apartment is between us and the college.”A half-hour later, four-year old Matthew burst through the door wearing a cape and adopted a. "We went into the family room to watch television with the rest of my family. I had just gotten comfortable when Robbie indicated that I had to take him up to the school. He had to get there early to go through pre-game warm-ups.After dinner, we all got ready for the football game. It was a great game. On the first play from scrimmage, they threw a bomb to Robbie. It was nice to see them giving him a chance. When the ball came down, Robbie was there. He cradled it in his arms and was gone. For. My penis was now pressing an impressive arc into my blue bikini briefs. Sharon stared hard and almost unknowingly began to continue opening her blouse. I watched her chest almost as intently as she ogled my brief-covered cock. When she reached the last button, I pulled the top over the tip of my cock and slid then down until they fell to my ankles. Sharon pushed off her blouse and stepped forward as I slowly squeezed my shaft. It all seemed too much for her as she hastily removed her bra,.