Timothy Johnson was taken to police headquarters for questioning. Although he denied everything, he matched the profile to a tee: forty years old, unm...arried, and involved in a variety of activities which kept him in contact with children. He coached girls' gymnastics, girls' volleyball, and boys' wrestling, and he led a local Boy Scout troop. We'd have a lot of kids to interview to get some more charges; charges that I knew would be forthcoming.The search of his home had been somewhat. He was an elderly man, probably the owner of the business, and was easily into his sixties. He had obviously not looked after himself as he was fat boarding on the obese with missing teeth and he stunk. ‘Pity, I guess there’s no fags for you then faggot.’ He said as he reached for the cigarettes on the counter. ‘No wait?’ he paused looking at me. ‘Erm?’ oh god what was I meant to do? I realised then that my master, the man whose sperm I had running down my face as I bought his cigarettes, must. As always, my sisters ignored me; busy chatting with a young woman that I’d never met before; cascades of champagne hair curled against her lily-white shoulders. She caught me staring and winked.“Hello Dad!” she called, but Tommy ignored her.His attention was grabbed by my mother’s animated voice, “The tin-baths in the backyard filled with warm water, there’s soap and clean towels.” Tommy got in first, his honour.It was almost dark by the time I stepped into the comfort of the now tepid water.. I replied yes. I could understand she want to do more. Removing her midi I started kissing her white soft thighs and started going up kissing up to the joint of her legs. She started mourning. Auuchhhhh iieeesssss. I opened her top and started pumping her beautiful boobs. After a while I removed her midi and tape frock. She was bear body excepting her panty. I started kissing her whole body. It was really a pleasant experience. I was wearing shorts and T-shirt. On her request I opened my.