Chris buried his head in my shoulder, not crying, but also not saying anything, his frizzy Jewish fro getting all up in my face. He chuckled sadly as ... tried to wave his hair away. A couple times he tried to break away from the hug, but I just held him, and eventually, his hold got tighter on me too.“You’re loved, Chris.” I told him, not realizing I was the one to say these things. “Things will get better. Your friends are here for you in the meantime.” With that, I let him go and he flashed me. Find the Driscol girl and get rid of her. Quietly. He pulled a cinnamon toothpick from his pocket and chomped down on the sliver of wood angrily. The simple act calmed him greatly and he finally regained enough composure to dial another number. He knew Max had to maintain leadership."Sheriff speaking. What can I do for ya, dipshit?" Are your Deputies completely fucking incompetent?!" Max yelled, nearly swallowing the toothpick.Sheriff Warner was pulling the shiny H2 into his circular driveway. It wasn't sealed, but he still had trouble getting the flap open and the contents out because his hands were trembling so badly.What was inside caused his cock to harden to maximum in an instant. Wrapped in a sheet of note paper was another picture of his mother, one he hadn't seen before, but obviously from the same series that she had let him look at previously. This one was a sideways shot of her as she sat on the edge of the bed with one foot on the floor and one foot on the bed with her. I could feel her breath and body so close now. And like an experienced interrogator moving in for the kill, she made sure there was not an inch of space between us; not an inch between her large sports bra-covered tits and my right arm, nor an inch between her now exposed panty-covered narrow hips and my own upper leg. “Or it is about me, Jack?” She whispered. “Is it about knowing that you are wearing the same pantyhose I’ve worn before? Which would be naughty, wouldn’t it? These pantyhose.