I calmly stood up, took the two paces over to his chair and just stood in front of him as if I was waiting for him to do something to me. My arms dang...ed by my sides and, tilting my head, I let a little inviting smile form on my lips. That seemed to do the trick. Jamie sat upright and gently began to rub my thighs sensually before moving his hands around to massage my small firm buttocks. His touch made me tingle all over but what proved more exciting was that his head was at precisely the same. " Like it?" Yes! Fuck yes! God, fuck me!" Yeah, I knew it. Take it." Fuck, harder! Ohh!"As for me, I was even more jealous. Just as I feared, Jenny liked it, and now my son was going to move in with her and start fucking her. I felt so left out, which was strange, because I hated what my son had done to me. But now that I saw him doing it to someone else, I wished it was me. I wished I was face down, ass up, with his cock in my pussy. I didn't care if my pussy was raw anymore. I just wanted him. “So tell me,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Are her breasts as small and firm as they looked at the arcade?”I then spent a couple of moments describing them in some detail. The little mole on the underside that I loved to lick. The way her puffy areola and nipples almost seemed like another breast on the tip of her breast. On how she liked to have them gently bitten. Her eyes looked a bit glazed as I leaned back and said “I’m only giving you these details, since that much was obvious. ” An authoritative voice didn’t let her finish…“…Ms Nespolo …unless you consent…you will be handed over directly to the Federal Police….for further investigations”“Get the Feds…you’re not searching me”“Ms Nespolo …you must still accompany us to an interview room…Federal Officers have been called…they will be here five minutes”Cynthia sat in the sterile room…four chairs…one desk…a water dispenser…a few plastic cups and a clock on the wall…white walls…waiting…except for the female customers.