I ran outside and called the sheriff.*******************************************Less then a week later, I was sitting on the living room couch enjoyin...g a book written by Joan Banks. The body in the fireplace had been solved rather quickly. A note written by the parents had somehow survived, and it explained how they couldn't bear being away from their departed first-born son. They had entombed his body in the fireplace so he would be close to the family from then on. They never thought that. Wrapping a full-length bath towel around Bridget. Bern guides her to the table and pushes the coffee to her. After leaving the room to run a hot bath, Bern returns to the table."Once you have finished your coffee you can jump into the bath and have a good soak," Bern says insistently.Bridget, gulping down the last mouthful of coffee from the mug, walks straight to the bathroom, turns off the taps of the steaming bath and slips in with a pleasurable sigh.From behind the closed door, Bern could. Before I could say anything she sank to her knees and stared straight at my bulging boxers.She looked up, into my bewildered eyes, bit her lower lip and put her fingers on my waistband. It took me several seconds before her intentions got into my thick skull and I parted my legs slightly bracing myself. Sighing softly she pulled the waistband down to see what delights awaited her.Instead of the forest of curls, there was only bare rippling muscle and a tattoo of a dolphin. With a heavy wet. I was still wearing panties, but when I quickly undressed to join them, both Tim and Janet could see that my panties were sopping wet with cum, and that it was oozing out of my pussy.“Mom ... you ... you look like you were in an orgy or something,” Janet said, her face red, stunned.“Honey, did you tell her?” I asked Tim.“Nope. You can,” he grinned.I turned to our daughter, then climbed on the bed next to her, excited over how slutty I looked. I had really gotten into the role of a slut that.