Mom's handwriting was easy to recognise, she wrote that she was all right and again not to worry. She said she wasn't at the police station now, they'... let her go. She wouldn't be home yet, there were things and agreements she had to sort out, and they were detaining her until they were satisfied. She said she'd write at least once a week if they'd let her, to let me know she was fine. I took it that being sent in an official envelope like that meant they were taking care of her.I was glad she. Reaching with my mind confirmed that the noises were from Sarah, and that no others were in the house (yes, I should have checked that before I came in. My horniness was making me sloppy.) I went to the top of the stairs and peeked around the corner just as she left the room. I was treated to the sight of the young petite teen in a tight pyjama set. Pink pants hugging the curves of her ass even more than her jeans had before. An orange top showing a flat stomach and small but noticeable chest,. We started making out and getting very involved. I decided that I wanted my husband's dick and some guy wasnt going to stop me. I stood up on the sheet and bent over so that I was laying on the pool deck with my ass and pussy pointed towards the hot tub giving my husband easy access to some doggy style action. I heard someone stand up and get out of the tub and assumed I was now alone with my husband. Without looking back, I pulled my bikini bottoms down and said out loud "hey big boy, you. .She giggled the way only a 16 year old girl can, that made you think she either thought you were dumb, but in a cuteway… or an axe murderer who lived in his mums basement and only came out to kill again or hide the bodies….but in a cute way…..and took his order. 10 minutes later she returned with a Big Jehovah’s big breakfast and a mug of coffee (because that’s all mister nervous axe murderer needs, more caffeine in his diet).After Paul destroyed his breakfast and drank enough coffee to run a.