?Hey Jimmy!?Jimmy turned to look but did not see the man who had called and then ducked into a doorway. He shrugged and walked off whilst the detectiv...e congratulated himself at the quality of the photos as well as the fact that his quarry had answered to his name.Of course. Why Mrs Veryon needed to know where Jimmy Scofield was and what she planned, the detective had no clue. Lawyers were always up to something!-------------------Crystal Hard. (Pt 2.)-------------------It was two months since. When I again looked blank she provided a last name. "Mario Minaghieri, Nick. Our tenor."My eyes got really big. Camilla St. John and Mario Minaghieri and Gerald Oliver? This wasn't just a star-studded production, this had all the earmarks of the Tosca of the century. And I was going to sing Scarpia in the middle of all those stars? Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ in a basket. I was way out of my depth.I expect my feelings were pretty obvious; you didn't have to be Asmedogh to read my face. "Don't. Her feet looked so hot with my cum all over them. After a few minutes mom said she was going to bed and that she would see me in the morning. She got up and headed up the stair to her bedroom. It dawned on me as I head up the stairs that mom either sobered up pretty fast or she wasn’t as d***k as I thought. She staggered in but walked pretty normal when heading to bed. The next morning I came down to the kitchen where mom was sitting having her coffee. I grabbed a glass of orange juice and. My thighs rubbed together, teasing my hard clit, flutters shooting through my body. I moaned about Emmy’s cock.He loved that. His head lolled back. His dick throbbed in my mouth. And then he erupted. He pumped the cum straight into my stomach, dumping it down my throat. I shuddered, a flutter of pleasure racing out of me as he used my mouth for his pleasure. I was nothing but a warm, sucking hole to him.And I savored the small orgasm rippling out of my cunt. I moaned, my tongue loving the taste.