His gun was held down at the ready position and Jake nodded, lowering his own."Everything ok?" Mark asked, still standing in the door. "We had a 911 r...porting possible gunshots in the neighborhood. There's a car on the way, should I call them off, or let them come." Call them off Dad," Jake said, the implications of officers arriving hitting him. "Dad, if you can come in as my Father, come ahead. But if you're the Chief, do us both a favor and leave."Mark gave Jake a hurt look and stepped. His eyes dropped to the smooth, tanned skin beneath it. His heart beat faster. When he looked at her eyes again, he saw she was lost now. How right he had been! He lowered his finger. “Keep going,” he said. Her hands went to her skirt. “Don’t make me,” she whispered. “Take it off or I’ll shoot.” She pushed the skirt downward, down over her hips, and let it fall to the floor. She had good legs, strong, the thighs. I said, ‘super’. Yeah for me Jyothi was looking like Tamil actress Anjali. Her huge ass, navel button made me crazy.Jyothi too started teasing me. My lovely mom was supporting me very well. I was enjoying each and every moment of Jyothi inside house in front of mom; often mom looked my dick which was hard inside my lungi. I caught my mom few times when she was looking at my dick from her side view. But I didn’t care; sometime I was rubbing my dick over lungi due to tension. Once I was doing she. She knew very little about her father’s military career other than that he had been officially pronounced missing in action shortly after she was born. Of course she wanted the box! Suddenly she started laughing. She recalled a film she had seen recently called Pulp Fiction. Part of the movie concerned a kid whose father died in Vietnam and an officer who, after having concealed it in his rectum for two years while a prisoner of war, delivers the kid’s father's watch to the kid. At least a box.