As she unbuttoned his shirt, she counted backwards from eight, in a seductive countdown to pleasure... "Eight." She smiled at him. "Seven... Six......" She stopped, running her fingers through his now-exposed chest hair. "I'm going to have fun with you," she teased, before continuing. "Five... four..." He was finding it hard to catch his breath as her hands proceeded down his abdomen, closer to his manhood. God, she was just taking off his SHIRT, and he was about to explode. . No dice. I was probably a valuable bargaining chip for the Troopers, so I got hustled out the door and put into the Trooper car. I sat there, mute, for another ten minutes while the sergeant and the Trooper argued, and then the Trooper solved the problem by driving me over to the barracks in Westminster.I gave my name to the cops in the barracks, again, and was dumped into a holding cell. John would have to dig me up there. It turned out he didn’t. Before he ever showed, the sergeant and a. She stuck her fingers in me one last time, then said "get ready, first time my cock enters you, im going to ram it into your protate then wildy fuck you until I cum, your about to get more pleasure than your cock would ever get." When she placed her cockhead at my hole I said "do it". Before I could think, her big cock slammed into me, with one quick thrust, hitting my spot and going deep. This set my ass on fire with pleasure, it felt like I was going to cum buckets, but I didnt, the pleasure. Her openness and asking questions is probably because she has been alone a lot and I can't really blame her. I started to feel bad because I didn't want to come here but maybe it was the best thing for both of us. Holly got up off the couch and went to get a drink. I watched her ass bounce in her jeans feeling a bit better then I did earlier when I did the same thing. She came back with a bottle of water and instead of sitting next to me or on the other couch, she sat on my lap and put her arms.