I would fuck any cop that wanted me. I loved all of them. And someday, I’ll be married to one.I got up to where Grandpa Sam lived and he was watchin... for me. He came out and said, “You have never seen my house. Can you come in for a little while? I have something to show you.”I said, “Yes I can. No one is home so I can stay for a short time. Can I suck your cock again? I love doing that for you.”He said, “Yes you can suck my cock once I show you this. I might even fuck you if you have. . you're still awake..." I said. "I brought some clothes."I gestured awkwardly to the shirt and shorts I held in my right hand."That's okay, I don't think I need them yet." Maybe you should go ahead and get dressed," I insisted."Well... okay," She said.In an instant, she bounced up, revealing for a single second the simple triangle hiding her pussy. Before I could react, she pulled her t-shirt off, baring her breasts for me without a second thought. I stood speechless, unable to process. I'm Mary, the dyke. Oh hell, just a second Pussycat." Mary stood and circled the table and crouched and hugged and kissed Carol on the cheek. "Welcome." Thanks." I'll get to you later," smiled L. "I'm second rung here anyway." Bullshit," said Marianne."Anyway, welcome." Thanks." Okay Denise," Margie began."What's this Pussycat shit?" Denise asked."Uhm, you can blame me," Margie responded. "I once described you as a cat with claws pissing and marking your territory. When I barged in..." My claws. It just looked so adorable.And the cute little freckles under her eyes across her face.And that cute little way that she always cocked her head just a little to the left when she was listening.And that way her eyes widened just a little bit when I reminded her of my love.And especially that cute little dent in her side that was the bullseye for driving her absolutely nuts when I was tickling her.When the little imperfections that make her, her, turn you on, heed the signs: You're in love. I was.