Leaving you in your boxers and noticingyour erection I smile and stand up. Hooking the hem of your t-shirt between my thumbs and index fingers but pal...s flat against your lower stomach I slowly raise your t-shirt up, caressing your chest as I go.I know I'm torturing you with my attention and not saying anything but I know by your reaction and breathing that your enjoying my little bit of torture.After getting your t-shirt off your standing before me wearing nothing but your boxers. I take you. I didn't bother to confirm his worst fears."Look," I told him, "I don't have a clue what is going on! Sure I showed a strong interest in the Masher case, but so have a lot of people up to and including hardcore investigators from America's Most Wanted and Crime TV. I had some car trouble getting home Friday night in the big storm and now some folks have me measured up for a murder rap, but I don't even know who it was that I'm alleged to have killed? Since Captain Baker showed up, I assume this. ..'"Welcome to Meat Mountain!" Her Dad cheerily gestured to the platter. He was still wearing a comically tall white chef's hat and black parody apron with "The Grill-father" hanging from printed marionette strings as he sat at the round table to Kevin's left, a hot dog and hamburger, both piled high with assorted toppings.Anne, head down and shoulders slouched, glad that her long straight hair hid the blush that had crept into her cheeks, grabbed a plate from the cupboard and prepared a single. "Are you done yet? I have somewhere I have to be." That was a lie, I just wanted to be able to sit in my car before my legs gave out and relish the orgasm I just had. He shook his head. He roughly turned me around and pulled my jeans down further to expose my ass. I pulled away and started to yank up my jeans. "Ok seriously, I'm leaving." He jerked on my jeans simultaneously pulling me back to him and lowering them again so he could spank me for being naughty. The sting felt wonderful and I.