I thrust hard into her, groaning as my mind envisioned Sade bouncing on my cock. When I couldn't stand it any longer, I exploded inside her, screaming... Sade's name. She didn't take offense at all, just rode me until she came and then got up. I got dressed and walked out the door. That was all it was, a fucking. Nothing involved but two bodies hungry for release. Only problem was that I wasn't satisfied at all. When I got back to the house, thankfully, Sade wasn't in the living room. It was late. That tip eventually led to the arrest. One of the detectives doing the follow up called me at home. “Mr. Allen, Jay Summers wants to meet with you,” she said.“And who is Jay summers?” I asked. I had never dealt with that particular detective, so I was cautious.“We think he is the homeless killer. He refuses to talk to anyone else,” Detective 2nd grade Joyce Mullins said.“Did you looses your rubber hose on him?” I asked.“That’s a myth,” she answered.“You think so huh?” I asked. “So what. I guess so. Yes,"she finally concluded, nodding her head."Of course, it would," Samantha said. "Oh, I'm sure there's somegenuinely good men out there but they seem so few and far between. Allthat testosterone... Maybe in ancient times we needed all thataggression and competition but it's archaic now. Too often males can'tcontrol it, makes them act like fools or worse. Always competing witheach other. Always fighting to be king of the hill. Those men, the notso good ones, and that's most of. "Robbie said the other three would brush his hand off their butts, but your Mother would wiggle her butt for him and never pushed his hand off. He said he thought that if he were going to try any of the other Moms, it would be Tammy."Mind. Blown."Are you k**ding, Aunt Ellie? My Mom? No way. She's as cold and serious as they come." Bill, you seem to have an interest in this, so I assume you have the same fantasies about Tammy that every other boy and man has about his Mother. Am I right?"We were.