The bulge in Bob's shorts grew. It tented the front of his shorts while he snapped a couple more pictures. “You are so hot!” he said. “I just ho...e what I'm feeling isn't all lust.” Sandy looked a little below Bob's waist. “Ooo, I like the reaction I'm getting, but I hope its not all lust either.” Sandy pushed the jeans down her hips a few inches and put her hands behind her head. Her blouse spread wider as she lifted her arms, revealing her breasts and hardened nipples. The opening in her. I was here today, only to return said disks so certain law enforcement officers could find them. But with Bradley dead and Brenda in jail, I had leisure time to see if I could leave anything else suspicious where Jordan could find it. I had no idea what it would be.The bedroom was disgusting. A laundry hamper was full and there were dirty clothes on the floor around it. An elaborate bath was marred by makeup scattered around on the sink without particular regard for order. I could see a huge. I pulled myself up the bed so I could look her in the eye. "I want to give you head," I calmly but sternly whispered to her. I don"t exactly know what came over me at that exact second, but I felt a newfound sense of courage as I began to kiss her neck, tits, stomach, and worked all the way down to her throbbing clit. From what I had learned from the few pornos I had seen, I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and rubbed it up and down her dripping wet slit and hoped for the best. I was. ”“That figures.”Mrs. Driscoll, spoke again. “We will join you for breakfast. Maybe we can go shopping early and spend the rest of the day with Angie. Come on Pa, let’s get going. Remember I haven’t seen her since the bastard’s funeral. You saw her right after she was hurt.”“Okay, okay, we’ll go. Are you going with us, George?”“No, not tonight. I will see her tomorrow when you are in with her.”Mrs. Driscoll spoke a last word to me, “Bye, now, young feller.”“Bye, Mrs. Driscoll.One fact stood out,.