Mr. Bernardino knew both those Patrolman by their first names. They took our statements and advised us they’d contact us if something further came u...p. Most likely those two mangy flea bitten rabbits will plea out at armament saving me to return for a trial. What a great bunch of guys at the Saint Nicks Club, they made me feel right at home when Mr. Bernardino introduced me around. I took a great deal of good natured kidding about my Bocce technique of throwing overhand instead of underhand and. She says that her feet are aching a lot and only he can make her feel better. At the same time, she is talking to her loved husband she is stroking the other guy’s cock, how slut is she? A lot! In a scale of 10, she would be 10, a one hundred percent slut! And to make it even more exciting she says to her husband that her feet are in the need for a message, those messages that only he can do. Even more, she goes even deeper in the slutty talk and tells her husband how she loves to feel her. She put both hands on it, and it was still peeking out of the top of his pants! She gave it a couple of nice strokes, and then asked him what he would like her to do. He asked for her feet again, and my wife happily agreed. She laid back down on her back, and wrapped both of her feet around his cock. I was so turned on to see just how little her size 6's looked wrapped around his massive cock! She stroked his cock for a few minutes with a great rhythm, and he starting to ooze some precum. He. Back when you were born, I never got to hold you. Could I hold you now?" You can certainly hold me. . . Mother."She gasped at the acceptance implied in my response, which I had said with all deliberate intention."M. . . Mother? You called me 'mother'. . ." Well. . . you are, aren't you?" I don't know. . . I gave birth to you, but I didn't raise you. . ." In my book, that counts."We turned to each other, and held each other tightly for a long time. "I don't ever want to lose you again," she.