She recapped the bottle and assumed the position again. I put my dick back between those twin beauties and she pushed them closed with her hands. ...It was a lot better this time. The oil made her titflesh into the smoothest possible container for me to get off in. I pumped my rod up and down. It slid like a skate on ice. Seeing the white tip poke up re- peatedly from between those black mounds excited me unbelievably. Her, too, evidently. She stared down at my cock, her eyes riveted. Amy knew the ceremony was for some awards she had not received when she had been mustered out of the service in Frankfurt, Germany. She tended to stay away from military bases and even got nervous when she was around a lot of uniforms and military vehicles. Even down in Las Vegas, she had caught herself getting down on her hands and knees to look under the SUV out of force of habit. She had left her little automatic out in the car because they told her there would be scanners inside the mansion. ‘Hello.’ ‘Hi,’ Linda said. It was her! His heart started thudding. ‘I…ah…I’m still confused.’ ‘Want to talk about it?’ Tom asked. ‘I…I guess so…’ Linda said hesitantly, ‘…but…not on the phone.’ ‘Want to come down here?’ he asked. ‘Or would you like me to come out there again?’ ‘I…I’m not sure it’s such a good idea for us to be alone,’ she replied. ‘Where, then?’ he asked. He heard her take a deep breath and sigh. ‘I…I don’t know,’ she said, very softly. ‘Would you like to meet me somewhere for. U. Got a degree in criminal justice with a minor in forensic science. I wasn’t the first person in my family to graduate college, but that doesn’t lessen my achievement. You feel me?At any rate, I digress. I’m Bo Mitchell. Twenty-eight years old as of today and I’m a beat cop in a mid size city. I’m a good catch. At least that’s what my cousins and my momma tell me. Don’t laugh muthafucka. He-he. I’m average height with a ripped, slim build. And I got dark brown skin, hazel eyes, and a hella.