When Carolyn got to my pussy, she licked up and down my sopping wet slit, lapping up as much of my juices as she could. She said that she had forgotte... how good my pussy tasted, and wished she had eaten me out more when she had the chance. I was feeling really dirty, and told her shut up Bitch, and eat my pussy now! Enjoy it while you have it in your face! She responded by spreading my asscheeks, and driving her tongue deep into my asshole while she rammed a couple of fingers into my pussy. I. "But, one thing Jacob, although I didn't say anything at the time, you did try to rub yourself on my pussy through my shorts earlier. Remember, you may never penetrate me."I felt a rush of disappointment go through me."But," continued mom, "We can do other things."My cock stirred."Er, like what mom?" I asked, questioningly."Well, you say, and I'll tell you if we can. But not just now. Let's finish eating and talk about something else."We carried on our meal and talked about usual day-to-day. As I walked along the mall alleyways, I felt the eyes of every man looking at me and specially looking at my butt. I almost had an orgasm, feeling my pussy lips were wet right now…My dark oversized sunglasses allowed me to scope out the crowd. But I noticed there were few candidates to pick up. I headed toward some shoe places; I was sure I could get some interesting there…I suddenly spotted a young handsome black guy looking inside a sport stuff store. I walked past him, making my high heels. “What area code is this?” Miller asked.“New Jersey. I remember him taking many trips to Newark for business and Atlantic City to gamble.” She told replied.“Where are the tax attorneys in your phone book?” Agent Miller asked handing the phone back to her.She scrolled down and then handed the phone to Bruce Schacht. He copied the contact information down and then handed it back.Moments later, one of the FBI agents outside on guard knocked, walked in, and whispered something in Agent Miller’s ear..