"It'll be long gone if you did." I took a cab," Evan replied. He still stood on the doorstep."You should have called!" Camille insisted."You know my c...redo, Girl!" Evan said, his smile never wavering. "'Better to seek forgiveness than ask permission.' May I come in?" This isn't a good time," Camille said. She glanced back over her shoulder to the coffee table. She had been going through a shoebox filled with every card or letter she'd received from Evan Duffield during their whirlwind romance. However, he still continued to average between 300 and 350 tickets per shift, because he could write a ticket on any car parked at an unpaid meter every 61 minutes. Now that there were fewer violators, Mike could write multiple tickets on the ones who remained. Those tickets very quickly would add up. The real fun would happen in another month, because any student who owed more than $250 in unpaid tickets for more than 30 days could have his car towed and impounded. Already he was starting to. I couldn’t ask him now. I just smiled and said, “Thank you,” again without any embellishment. “Aren’t you going to show Katherine what you got?” he asked. “Um …” I stuttered, not knowing how to complete my answer. “How about, ‘Yes, sir?’” he said. He was pulling the “Yes, sir” thing in front of Katherine? I was totally unprepared and a definitely ill-at-ease. I pulled the contents out of both boxes and she smiled. She pulled the panties out of the box and stroked the expensive fabric as if she. Soon, however, the camera changed focus to what was visible at a distance above mom's bush: it was a girl's cute ass which, seemed to be moving with the new more youthful electronic soundtrack which had now started playing. It was Emmie, of course, who was now sitting on mom's face.The camera turned smoothly and showed Emmie brushing her angelic locks and biting her lip adorably as she looked down at mom. Then the view lingered and glided along her lithe body. Her breasts were even more perked.