It came in a framed thank you letter. Our people didn’t supply the tip that caught the killer, but we did identify the location as one that they sh...ould be kept a watch over. That tip eventually led to the arrest. One of the detectives doing the follow up called me at home. “Mr. Allen, Jay Summers wants to meet with you,” she said.“And who is Jay summers?” I asked. I had never dealt with that particular detective, so I was cautious.“We think he is the homeless killer. He refuses to talk. Her "Mmmm..." was somewhere between a moan and a cry. I was stiffened and wanting to do everything to her. I said, "I love you mom."She stroked my hair and said, "Yes darling, yes, and momma loves you, forever."I urged her onto her stomach and stroked her creamy skin. When my hand caressed between her legs, she raised her ass and the desire to be inside her overwhelmed me. I went behind her and entered her pussy. She raised herself higher and I went in deeper. All of me filled all of her until. After that first frantic bout we both relaxed, she gently kissing, stroking, caressing, whispering endearments in my ear, nuzzling into my hair and genuinely making love. I just let it happen, feeling her warmth and softness, her agile tongue exploring my willing mouth, the feather like touch of her fingers on my breasts, back, buttocks and then, when my growing arousal became too obvious to ignore, the firmer pressure of her hand on my pussy mound as she rubbed me to another orgasm. I fell. " There was lust in his eyes, as well as fear. It was obvious that he wondered where I had suddenly come from. "That's okay, I'll fuck you too..." "I don't think so," I responded nervously, though trying not to show it. I was terrified at the sight of the gun pointed at me, not having realized until that moment just how dangerous this job could be. However, I was still more pissed off than I was scared... and it showed. "Weird freaky bitch," he muttered to himself as he stared at me, looking.