"Oh god, what sort of a rotten, evil no good..." Her voice trailed off.I turned to the second page and read, "The laboratory results came back positiv...e, just as you surmised. You and the subject definitely have a shared paternity. The hair samples we obtained from subject, Charles Victor Harwood are close enough a match there is only a .004% chance for error."As to whom his birth mother was, the indications are she was the wife of the man posing as the subject's father." So Mom really was. We got back to Mobile on Sunday afternoon, and even after the probably dozen ejaculations that Sam had in my mouth over the weekend, he still wanted me to take him to see Suzie. I waited in my truck for about forty-five minutes, and when he came out, he said, “Let’s stop down by the river on the way back, I’ve got a treat for you.”I had no idea what he was talking about, but I dutifully drove down to an isolated place by the river, where kids usually parked and made out at night. Sam unfastened. We started chatting to each other daily. We exchanged our e-mail address and personal details. I found her quite interesting and jolly. One day I have asked her personal number and she readily gave me the same. We then started talking on the phone as well and started chatting through Whatsapp. I came to know she has a son who is just 3 yrs old and her husband works in a multinational company and keep on traveling. she told few problems she is facing on a personal front. She told me that her. . The thought was interrupted with a buzzing deep inside her. The man had nervous hands, and couldn't resist playing with this odd contraption. Dial up, dial down, on, off. Lizzie rubbed her legs together, stimulating her engorged clit and enjoying the buzzing sensation. She was electrified, having her potential orgasm in a complete stranger's hands, albeit unwittingly. The burning within her raged to forest fire proportions, and her hand dropped discretely to her crotch; it came away wet. When.