So, no way do you try to make this private and jealous and you only, right?"He nodded. "I understand, mom. I'm just beginning to know how lucky I am, ...eing able to screw my own beautiful mom. I-- well, I guess I was jealous of dad, getting into that wonderful cunt, when I couldn't. But now that you've fucked me, and especially since he set it up for us, I can't be jealous of him anymore. Something you said before--about when he came home and the three of us balling together--I've been thinking. Lewis," I said. "Special Agent Meadows, if the technology is not permissible in court it is obviously flawed. I don't believe for a moment that the man I know as Marcus Almond is anyone but who he says he is."Meadows continued unabated."How did you meet Mr. Almond? And how did he come to be in your employee?" he asked.I thought for a moment."We met in back in Baltimore," I said. "I worked as a financial analyst and Mr. Almond was assigned during a trip I had to take to Europe. He spoke several. He gets distracted if he talks too much."Tom grinned, "Don't we all?" John frowned at him before he saw the smirk on his face, then they both broke out laughing.It was a little later that john asked, "So, where are we going now? I thought that you wanted to find one of these castles to move into."Tom smirked again, "We are going to see one Mr. Eugene Snelling, at the Bank of Washington."John groaned, "That huge hotel? Are you just going to ride in there and say 'how much is that hotel on the. “Oh?” she replied, “and what’s that?”I looked up at her, calm as day, but aching within. “A taste.”She tilted her head and rolled her eyes slightly in mock subjugation. “Oh well, if I really have to.”She moved forward then, leaning her blue panties toward me. I promptly let her shirt hang in the mouth of the dryer as I smiled and reach out with my fingers and pulled aside her panty enough to see her wonderful pussy. Amid the red of the rest of her body her pussy stood out in a rich and soft.