My wife seemed to accept it as just the way it was, and I always honored my wife's wishes not to "make a big deal" of it.I heard the shouting before I...even got into the house. Once inside, I was able to quickly trace the sounds to our bedroom at the top of the stairs. What I saw next stopped me in my tracks. There on the bed was my mother-in-law, squealing in what I could only assume was pain as the nipples on her soccer ball size tits were being pulled upward by her daughter. The squeal was. Adams in more than a ‘professional’ manner? How does the relationship affect the investigation?”Mike straightened, stunned by a question he’d long anticipated. Em dove in, motioning to someone to the side. “We’ve long known of the Commissioner’s relationship with Martha, but haven’t focused on it because it doesn’t directly impact the inquiry. The commissioner has been very upfront about his involvement with both the victims, and they triggered no red flags. Those details were personal rather. ‘Maybe this is not a good idea Chris.’ ‘Don’t you dare!’ That stern voice came back. ‘Anyway, it was like an instant high, or something. I couldn’t help it, I just started to stroke myself, thinking about what we did over there in the bathroom.’ I waited a second to see if she still wanted me to go on, but there was just this long silence. Worried about whether I said too much too early, I asked, ‘Chris?’ All I heard in reply was a deep breath and ‘go on.’ Well, I couldn’t stop, I was all wet. It was the thickness though that was driving her wild. She didn't want to stop, neither did her body. She managed to summon the strength to start fucking me back. Her legs wrapped back around me and she worked at me as I worked her over. Then we worked in unison, both groaning, grunting and moaning wildly as we fucked. Her head was now buried in the pillows, still trying to avoid trauma to the head as our bodies entwined. Sweat beads covered my upper body and my face and neck appeared to be.