She spread her legs again and let her mother take over pleasuring her. Heather was enjoying the way the tip felt as her mom rubbed it up and down her ...lit. But then Martha ran the tip up to her clit and turned the vibrator on."Ohhhfuuucckk!" Heather cried out, arching her back and clutching the sides of the bed as the vibrations rocked her world. Martha knew what she was going through. Dick was just as good a lover to her as well. She ran the buzzing head around her daughter's pink dripping. " All right," he replied, and slowed down, shutting off his siren andlight.He pulled over, and stopped on the side of the freeway, thinking.Dave McGowan had retired three years ago, leaving Captain Douglas incharge of the department.He knew, because he had given the speech, and made a memorable roast ofthe pudgy, pencil-pushing jerk that was still joked about today. He losthis trademark smirk as he climbed out of the car, walked away, andpulled his cell out.He studied the device, pulled it. He is a good provider though and I want for nothing (bar a good seeing too occasionally), he is regular in his habits and leaves at the same time each morning, home again on the same train, a real nose to the grindstone hubby. The postman a hunk by the name of Steve calls for “tea &Toast” 3 times a week; he finds it too tiring to call everyday as my friend Rosy the cheeky cow at the end of the street gives him his breakfast on the other days. I don’t look on it as cheating more, sort of a. Ropes of creamy semen jetted from his penis splashingup my legs. Spatters of his spend formed sticky white pools on mycalves and feet; they glistened in stark contrast on my blackstockings. My diaphanous black hose became darker still in the placeswhere Stanley's semen soaked into the nylon.A silvery thread of Stanley's ejaculate hung down from the heel of onemy shoes forming a sticky necklace between my foot and his deflatingpenis."Oh Michele, that was wonderful," Stanley gasped and collapsed.