Please believe me, Tom. It was a onetime thing. It'll never happen again." Damn! She must believe I'm hard of hearing. "Don't bullshit me, Mom. From t...e way you two were talking it sounds like you've been fucking for him for a while. 'Just bang me like you used to. Use my married cunt.' Let's see, what else did he say?" "Please stop it, Tom," she begged. "Oh, yeah. 'You're going to be my new whore. I'm going to get you good and pregnant.' Naughty, Mom." "It's... it's your word against mine,. I've been a good girl."I chuckle again and pull my lips together around your clit, sucking it gently between them as my hands hold you still, moaning into your clit and sending vibrations through it. Opening my lips, my tongue starts what you need and love so much. That slow, steady rhythm, circling and circling your clit. Your hips rocking as you try for more. My tongue with the same sweet pressure on your clit in those long slow circles.Your hands tied, your legs pinned apart, I watch you. "I'd like to try things with a guy."She smiled at me. "Claire, I love you too. I want you to try everythingyou can." And with a blush and a quick glance at Sarah. "Plus I stillwant to try some girly bits," she said with a giggle.Sarah had a twinkle in her eye, I think we should be able to worksomething out to keep everyone happy.Chapter 8As the day went on, and the next day, I noticed that I was getting afew sideways looks here and there. But everyone was treating me well, Ithink news that I. I need to talk to you."Jonesy opened the passenger door to the van, and slipped in. Rhonda slipped the Glock she had to her left hand from between the driver's side door and the seat. "Well, Mr. Jones, what can I do for you?" You're not a lounge singer, are you?" Well, I guess you can't please everyone. What don't you like about my music?" I ran Rhonda Graves through our police interface. You're a PI." You're mistaken. I graduated from college, and couldn't find any work, so I came here and.