There were not many people that had Carl’s cell number. His undercover work meant that he had made some enemies in his career. One of his fears had ...been a corrupt cop or agent selling him out or setting him up. He had broken contact with almost everyone in law enforcement when he retired just so he could keep a low profile. Those that had his number were people that had earned his trust.Carl sat on the side of the bed and stared at the message. It was five digits followed by two more. It took. She came with a grunt at the same time as Tim's cock spurted his hot cream onto her hand and tit."Lick it off Mom. Lick my stuff off of your hand." She did. Libby couldn't help herself. She cleaned her hand with her tongue enjoying the taste of her son's boy cream once again."Let me see them Mom." See what baby?" Your tits."Libby pulled up her bra exposing both of her breasts to the teen boy who's cock still hadn't gone soft yet. "Take off your panties please Mom."She didn't know why she was. Sandy had agreed to be watched but it was hard to look back. "Jacques, eat her out," Wendy commanded. "She has such a lovely pussy and you left her with such a generous gift." Jacques followed his wife's wishes and savored to the very last drop his jizz from Sandy's cunt. Sandy's face was still flushed and she was even a little dazed when she raised her head from the bed to look directly into a camera lens. "Oh my God. What are you doing, Wendy?" "My dear Sandy, you are so sweet and you fucked. ----In class the next week Teresa gave Milo a stern look and a shake of her head when she handed his paper back to him. He felt a brief chill before he opened the folder. There was a big A written at the top of page one. Just below it, her comments read: Well-written and accurate (too accurate!). But you could have found a better subject.Teresa hardly looked his way throughout the whole period as the class read through and discussed several of the students’ papers. His was not chosen for.