.Of course I invited her to pass the fence and sit down on a lounge chair close to me. Susan started gently jerking me off with her soft hand, until I...could not last anymore and exploded in her fingers.It was a very intense orgasm; but she looked at my spent cock and declared we could not fuck now.She smiled, saying she had some toys we could use. Susan wanted me to do the same with her…She went back to his house and soon she came back, bringing a couple of big rubber dildos. Susan lay back on. ”“Mom would have a stroke,” she agreed.“Okay, so no pictures,” I said. I realized I still had her phone in my hand. I reached behind me to put it on my computer table.We sat there for a bit.“So ... what now?” I asked.“I think we should go together,” she said. “At the same time.”“Okay.”She reached for the hem of her shirt. I could see her face getting pink. I did the same thing. Reach for my shirt, I mean. Now that I think about it, maybe I got a little pink, too.“On three,” she said.“Okay.”“One. ‘You want to go pick Billingham up?’ ‘I’ll have some of my men do it,’ Lieutenant Wing said. ‘He’s one of ours.’ ‘Like hell,’ Alex replied. ‘It’s our case, he’s our perp, and we’re taking him.’ ‘Wait a goddamn minute, Sheriff!’ Wing protested. ‘It’s Alex’s case, his people make the arrest,’ the P.A. said. ‘End of argument.’ Alex picked up the phone and dialed operations. ‘I want all of our patrol units, and the duty detectives, if they’re available, to report to headquarters in fifteen. Such strange and unusual names, but what was the strangest part to me was that some people were actually addressing each other by their given names, not their screen names.For months I ventured into the same chat room and got to know the people on the other side of those names quite well. We chatted into the early hours of the morning on some occasions, on other occasions, we had a short but sweet chat session, ending it with our goodbyes until the next day.There were men and women in the chat.