I responded instinctively by kneading her navel hard as she cooed aaahhhh! With her index finger started drawing line from hood tip to bottom of the l...ngth and intermittently holding it with her index finger tip kissing the tip of my hood.It was electrifying.Her nubile fingers played on and on , often cupping my nut sack it was sensational my cock throbbed , hitting her wrist , then she would draw her palm up with her fingers holding my cock at the base and sliding up to form funnel at tip. I decided to call a friend of mine, Keith Horn, a detective at the local police station. “Keith, Bob, have you got a minute?” “It’s late Bob, can this wait until tomorrow?” “Maybe not, I’m on a trail and it may go cold on me,” I said. “It might only take a few minutes.” “Ok, what is it?” “About a year ago a man called Randall Beckwith died from a fall from a cliff. I was wondering if you knew anything about it or could steer me to someone who could help me.” “Give me a minute he. Before I could say come in, the door opened and it turned out to be my dad’s wife. Even though I thought she was hot, I could hide my loathing for her. My boxers were the only thing that I had on at the time and I said, “Why did you even bother knocking if you weren’t going to wait for a response?” She uttered something about it being important and I leapt to the conclusion that something must’ve happened to my dad and asked, “Is everything alright with my dad?” Whit a puzzling expression she. “Can you manage to cum inside me?” she cautiously enquired, hoping that her employer had as big a load to unleash as the Italian lorry driver."I'll do my best,” he promised. And like all City traders he was as good as his word. Mrs Fellows thrilled at the power of his warm creamy ejaculation deep in her womb. She clutched his shoulders tightly and let out a huge scream of delight. The cleaner imagined that frigid Mrs Harrows didn’t get serviced like that very often!Suddenly the office door.