" Yes, ma'am. Can you tell us where your son is?" Er, well, he's, that is--" Jim's stepmother fumbled. "I think that might explain everything." The of...ficer did not sound pleased. In fact, Jim thought he recognized the voice. He must have met him before. At least once or twice."Hello? Delta patrol?" A couple of seconds later, the policeman's walkie-talkie answered. Then, the policeman said, "This is Bakker; it looks like it's a false alarm. A... resident accidentally tripped the system." After. It?s?throbbing.Mark nodded and slowly gave another turn.I gasped my breath and bit my lips. As the vicebegan to really press my testicle, I felt the first drops of sweat appearing onmy body. At this point, the pressing feeling suddenly transformed toheavy pain. I barely managed to hold back my whimpers. The pain was worse than I imagined. It felt like torture. Butthe torture didn?t even started. For a few seconds I couldn?t speak, onlybreathe. Then Mark?s voice pulled me back to awareness. . Her eyes were well glazed as she gave out a little giggle laying back on the sofa and I just stood there naked trying hard to keep my balance as I looked down to see my cock twitching in front of her dreamy eyes. We were both a bit worse for wear in fact we were both a LOT worse for wear and we both started to giggle for absolutely no reason what so ever and I was beginning to think it was time for bed especially as Natasha had this seminar tomorrow and I did wonder how she would be feeling in. Certainly it could have been another time, but it was the one I always seemed to associate with the memory. As I cut the last few rows in the front of my home, I caught some movement in the corner of my eye and looked over as the kids walked home from classes. I was known as the friendly guy who said ‘Hello’ to those on our block, but of course with the roar from the motor all I could was offer a wave. The two older boys walking side by side waved back, although half-heartedly. One of those.