John had also given up drinking, at least, drinking himself into unconsciousness every night. He sipped at a beer or two some evenings but only after ...everything he needed to tend to was done and dusted.Kimiko was busy setting up the picnic table by the deck for five people. She was setting plates and serviettes, putting out forks, knives and other utensils. Then she put three huge bowls of fresh salad out along with a collection of hamburger buns.Ross watched her with a sense of ambivalence,. “My turn,” I said, and slipped my mouth from her lips, over her hard tight nipples to her sweet little pussy, not trimmed but adorably furred and started slow stroking the sides of her clit, sucking her labia gently into my mouth and flicking a finger around her pussy’s entrance… As her breath quickened and she started to moan, I gently increased my pressure and focused on her clit a bit more…then backed away and started again. I was in no rush and wanted Kristi surfing the edge of an orgasm. A few seconds later Mr Mortimer was invited into the living room by her husband.Martin smiled lovingly at her and he then said to her.“Look dear Mr Mortimer has just popped across to see us. I think Thomas may have been a little naughty again and do you know anything about it sweetheart?”Elaine now try to smile sweetly at both Mr Mortimer and her husband.However, she could see the anger burning in her husband’s eyes.And she knew that once Mr Mortimer had gone, she would probably feel the back. The was a sling on his right arm. Right, the injury. And he has a kind face. Well, looks can be deceiving.“Hi, I’m Clarissa Morgen.” I showed him my I.D. “I’m a private investigator. May I ask you questions about Maureen Jones?”After I asked the question, I saw his face brighten up a little.“Please, come in.” He opened the door wider and I stepped in.“Make yourself at home. My folks are out watching my little brother’s football game. It will be late till they get home. May I get you.