Stella Simpson was indeed in the habit of touching her stepson wherever and whenever she chose, but the move was a subconscious one on her part this time. Like Don, she too hadnÕt been expecting the cops to show up again so soon. Unlike him, though, she didnÕt think they were mindless idiots, but neither did she give them credit for being this quick on their feet. SheÕd expected a bit more digging and a few more questions maybe since they didnÕt have anything else to go on, but nothing like the questions sheÕd overheard through the intercom. She wasnÕt expecting things to take this turn and hadnÕt been prepared. Though things were still not as bad as they could be, she was trying to prevent just that from happening. She knew that Don had a tendency to become flustered rather easily and that her touch is one of the only ways to calm him down and keep him grounded when he gets like this. It was a bit risky in front of the cops or any stranger for that matter, but it was be
I wonder what it is that sheÕs thinking about so deeply? Celia thought as she watched the older woman closely while she seemed lost in thought. In the last five minutes, a myriad of emotions had crossed that rather expressive face that she was sure had once held immense beauty but was now weathered by life and time. She did her best to hide her true feelings about the conclusions sheÕd drawn in the last few minutes, but she may have thrown up a little in her mouth a time or two. Had the woman always acted like this with her stepson in the presence of others? Had no one else ever noticed the ick factor here? Nowhere in her research had anything even remotely close to what was glaring her in the face been mentioned or even hinted at. But it was obvious from the ease with which the older woman did it and the nonchalant way in which her stepson accepted the action that it was not a new thing between them. There were too many questions running through her mind now that
What the hell? Both Detective Sparks and Officer Bailey ran for cover when Stella Simpson pulled the gun neither of them knew she was carrying while Don sat at his desk looking lost as if he had no idea what was going on around him. He was only aware that in the last few minutes, things seemed to be going downhill fast. A day that had started out like any other had suddenly turned to shit seemingly in the blink of an eye, and for the first time, instead of making things better the way it always did, his stepmotherÕs presence seemed to be having the opposite effect. It was true that outside of his sexual fetishes, he hadnÕt grown much and had always been dependent on the older, more mature woman to handle such things. All of this was going through his mind as things began to unravel around him, and he couldnÕt seem to get a grip on reality even as things were happening right in front of him. The loud recoil of the second gunshot seemed to drag him out of his stupor, and he
ÒShe wasnÕt always like this. I donÕt knowÉÓ Don rocked back and forth on the chair in the interview room down at the police station. It felt like heÕd just lived through a lifetime, but in actuality, it had only been a few hours. The female detective looked way too confident, and he was beginning to think that this was the end of the line for him. Just his luck, heÕd moved to a small town to get away from big-city cops who seemed to have more knowhow, only to run into an ex-New York detective. They donÕt get much bigger than that. And this one seemed to know what she was doing. HeÕd sat across from enough law enforcement officers to know when he was dealing with a pro or a dud. He was still trying to wrap his head around StellaÕs behavior. Why had she gone off the deep end now when sheÕd always gone out of her way to be careful? Never letting anything so much as slip in the past. He needed to throw up in the worst way, but the last time heÕd asked, the detective had poin
Celia sat stupefied, ignoring the snickers and murmurs from those around her. He would pick the day when the station was fuller than usual to drop his little bombshell. She dared not look around to see who all was close enough to hear what heÕd said, and besides, her cheeks were flaming red. Not a good look for a detective. She barely tasted the rest of her food as she shoveled it into her mouth for something to do with her hands. At least his theatrics had taken her mind off of the sickening confessions of Don Simpson. She had a few jurisdictions to call and knew she was going to be here all day. She passed the task of calling around to a few of the others and went back to the interrogation room. By the time she left there that night, she had a crick in her neck, and her mind was numb. Thankfully Stella had clammed up and refused to talk, which worked in CeliaÕs favor since she wanted to be the one to question the other woman. Because of what had happened with Val
"Umm, how are you always so good at this?" Sonya Davis ran her hands up and down her lover's back as she moved her hips up to meet his. His cock slid deep within her, and deeper still, making her juices run down and wet the place beneath her, soaking her ass in the bargain.She's never been this wet with anyone else, never enjoyed the pleasures that this one man can give her. Her heart cried out as her loins trembled and she begged him in hushed whispers to go deeper. He took her lips roughly, bruising them with his brute force. A force she craved like water needed to quench a thirst.His lips fell away from hers and made their way down to her neck where he teased her with his teeth, knowing that he didn't dare mark her. But knowing it, the thought of doing it still, filled him with a kind of excitement that he hadn't enjoyed in too long to remember.She tugged his head back to hers as she felt her pussy clench in readiness and their lips came together in fiery passion as they each
"Niall come on, we'll be late." Sonya Davis pushed the diamond stud into her ear as she looked into the mirror and shoved her foot into the high heel stiletto that matched the one she already wore.She looked at herself one last time, running her hands smoothly down the sides of her short black silk dress that fit her curves like a glove. Niall walked up behind his wife and mirrored the action from behind, only his hands came around and up to cup her breasts as they both looked on in the mirror."You look lovely as usual darling. We still have a few minutes." She knew what he was after when he started to lower the straps down her shoulders. "You'll have to make it quick love or we'll be late."She smiled into the mirror at him as he pushed her forward with her hands planted on the bureau top. He lifted her dress up gently over her ass and pushed the crotch of her panties aside with one hand while fiddling with his zipper with the other.He led his cock into her sweet opening and sl
"Morning Valerie." Valerie O'Rourke waved from her mini convertible coupe as she drove through the little village of Briar Reef, the sunlight glistening off the tresses of her golden blonde hair."Morning Dina!" She tooted her horn and called out to a few more people before coming to a stop in the parking lot behind her art gallery. The day promised to be a good one if the number of people she'd seen out and about in the town square was anything to go by.Of course the holiday weekend would be coming up in a few days and those were always good for business in the past, but with the economy being what it is, there was no guarantee. She stepped out of the BMW and fiddled with the Hermes silk scarf she had thrown carelessly around her shoulders before tugging on the hem of her skirt to get it back in place.There were a few more calls of hello and good morning as she made her way to the shop, and her spirits were lifted. Today is going to be a good day.***Sonya Davis picked her w