"Hey Mom? You know, I can feel it starting to go down a little."She was incredulous. "You're kidding me! You're a very virile young man with a wonderf...lly thick and powerful, uh, member. Son, this erection is so hard and ... good. I don't see a problem here." Her hands slid and sloshed all over, sped along by a growing amount of pre-cum.But he persisted, "Trust me. Maybe you can't see it yet, but it's definitely going down, mentally. I can't help but think about you and Ron together, and his. I pulled my Federal ID and badge out and stuck it in her face.“We are Federal Agents. The man in that picture is a wanted criminal. Where is Stevens’s office?” I demanded as Carry passed me the warrant for Greg Hawthorn. The Secretary was shocked on seeing it, and the guns that we four had drawn.“He is wanted for murder and assassination,” I told the shocked woman.“His office is number six on the right,” she managed to tell us but was quite pale from the shock of what she had learned.“Stay. "I wasn't sure about it, but it seems you're liking it. Right, baby?"I could only moan in response as Deb resumed her contracting/relaxing anal routine. My dick pulsed in pleasure with every milking squeeze of those sperm-coated depths, getting harder by the second. Unlike the powerful spasms that had drained me dry as her rectum cramped in orgasm earlier, this deliciously lewd anal suctions were a vacuuming caress that hugged me gently from tip to root. It felt surprisingly similar to one of. " I smiled again when she pirouetted in her doorway. I could only shake my head and thank the Lord for touching her. Josephine was the kind of girl you would catch yourself staring at. She was dressed in a very tight, very short, little black party dress with spaghetti straps. Her honey-coloured skin shone like silk and her dark brown eyes were alive. She was barefoot again, standing on tiptoes like the last time I was here. I felt myself stir just looking at her."Mmmmmmm." I'm glad you like.