Wilcox was in Vietnam.”I chuckled, thinking about youth and their concept of time. “No, Vietnam was a bit before my time. My war was more recent.�...�“Maybe you knew each other in Washington. Mr. Wilcox used to work there.”Confused, I asked, “Where in Washington, the only time I was there was to visit my ex-wife, in Seattle. That was a long time ago.”“Not Washington state, Washington DC. Mr. Wilcox worked for the justice department.”“Well, that pretty much chinches it. The closest I’ve been to DC. "OOOOH DADDY ~ he's stroking his cock," I moaned out as Daddy smothered his face in my ass, and replaced my finger with his rubbing my wet pussy as my eyes never left the nieghbor. "You wanna fuck him ~ don't you you horny little slut," Daddy asked as he once again spanked my ass at the same time he drove a finger up my pussy causing me to moan out loudly hoping the neighbor guy heard me. "I want you to watch ... as I ride his ... big cock Daddy," I moaned out as I began to ride up, and down. I would have shot the damn thing if it had rubbed up against me. Did he get all the evidence logged in to you?" Yes and I have you to thank for all the writing. I have never seen so many paper bags in all my life. He had every one of them stapled with the evidence seal covering the fold across the bag. He had them numbered, logged and all the statements clearly written. I am no field investigator, but I think he did a hell of a job and he had pictures of everything. He sent to body to Kerry. My cock sprang up and forward for her to grab it in her fist and began feeding on it. I could tell; she loved sucking cocks and playing, licking and handling the balls. She had very special skills for stroking me with varied speeds and pressure using both of her hands on my meat shaft and also her lips, mouth and tongue. Indeed, it was the absolute glorious blow job; I ever had. She knew to use her one hand on my ass globes and even the puckered rim; teasing it lightly while power sucking my.