Jane didn’t know her son worked out that much to have a body like that, though would it do the things it did to her body. It wasn’t till she heard... her friend calling her name did she snap out of it and the feeling pass. After that day she found herself looking at her son differently and her body was responding to it. Jane had her fair share of boyfriends after the death of her husband, but sex if it happen, the last time being over two years ago, wasn’t the same to her anymore and she didn’t. I moved in closer and cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently. They were so soft, the skin on her breasts was unimaginably smooth. "May I kiss your breasts!?" I would love for you to do that."I knelt in front of her, and eagerly took her left breast in my mouth, sucking ever so gently on her nipple. Justine let out a deep moan, and caressed my hair, like I was an infant getting some milk. Her nipples were as big as the first knuckle of my thumb. I teased it with my tongue, which made it go. ”“I don’t think you’ll find many trained officers who are willing to return to the force. I’ll never forget that riot. The people hated us and all we were trying to do was protect them,” the man said.“They didn’t hate you, they were angry at the system you represented,” Betsy said.“You didn’t see their faces,” the man said.He still woke up with nightmares about that day. The twisted faces with lips drawn up in snarls barely looked human. It angered him that these were the people he was sworn to. I then went to stand in the middle of the room again as I had in the other offices. Clearing my head of distractions, I slowly turned around, looking over, absorbing the room. I could have slapped myself when I finally spotted it. An autographed picture of Peter Graves and other members of the cast of ‘Mission: Impossible.’ On a shelf directly below them was a familiar tape player. Careful examination of the player showed the tape to be destroyed. I took it back over to the desk, wondering, as.