Mr. Peterson Sr. then begrudgingly gave me his assurance that I would have a full report within several days on Mr.Greg Sands. The second part of the ...uestion to answer was more difficult. I just shrugged my shoulders and said I couldn’t provide any insight as to why Sandman was doing this. I secretly believed this was a twisted way of Sandman thanking me for fucking my wife. I sat with Doug for an hour while we waited for his father’s people to collect him. Doug didn’t want any more. .. I know to keepquiet, and keep quiet about everything in here... I... I won?t sayanything, I swear?...?Let?z Awl go back tuh yo? cell den... ?n Wee?ll he?p yew find yew summo? clothes... buhsides... Ahh don?t see no white folks ?round heah tohe?p yew out ennyway... yew bee awl ?lone in heah now... ?n own top uhhdat, Ahh ?spect yew gonna be needin? yew sum pr?tection... ?cawse iffenAhh let yew go now, den yew gonna mos? likely git raped... ?n taken awfbah awl dese Booty Bandits.... So... let?z. "No, you have to warm my clitoris." I looked down at my vulva. The lips were not wide enough to expose the clitoris. I held father for support and lifted up the leg off the chair and rested my leg on his shoulder. The vulva was not only wide open but the clitoris was temptingly protruding inches away from his lips. "Warm your tongue and then touch the clitoris. Mother waxes eloquent about that touch." Appa took a sip and then protruded his tongue and touched the tip of the clitoris. The milk. I was trying to be slow but Mom moved up a bit so her rear was higher and easier for me. She began to moan softly, fucking back, I was in paradise! And the sight or her white skin was fantastic. I was now gripping her hips plunging fully into her. She was moaning with each stroke but still had her eyes closed. I wanted her to orgasm too, and she did, emiting a long shudder. If she ever awoke and caught me doing this, I thought, I wanted her to be under such a sexual spell that she couldn’t.