Automatically I reached for her and my eyes were closed before our lips met. Her tongue knocked against my lips and they parted to allow it inside my ...outh. How sweet it tasted. How firm. How pliable. How nice. I was melting against her. Her hands were feeling my bottom cheeks, lifting the hem of my dress. The sounds of the toilet flushing and the bathroom door opening brought me back to reality. I tried to spring back, away from Michelle, to pretend nothing was happening. She held me firm. I. You’re moaning for more as I slide down onto my knees. Your moans get louder as I take your semi hard cock in my hand. I hold it long enough, to spit all over it, making it nice and wet, just the way you like it. I can feel it start to harden as soon as I get your cock into my mouth. I begin to suck just the head, licking around it with the tip of my tongue before starting on the rest of your cock. It isn’t long before I’ve taken all off your hardness into my mouth. In the back of my mind I. Again, that didn't matter.We lived about fifty miles apart, so we arranged to meet in a hotel bar about halfway. I booked a room, but if one of us didn't want to stay the night it wouldn't be a desperately long drive home. She would know me by my olive corduroy jacket and blue Oxford shirt, and she would be wearing a pink top and black skirt.The next day, when I took the jacket out of the wardrobe I remembered it had a big tear in it where I had caught a pocket on a bench in the garage. I took. "Have you brought her? She asked, "Is she here for me?"Hove looked at Albert, but the constable merely shrugged."I'm sorry, whom did you expect us to bring with us?" asked Brighton, trying to keep his eyes steady and fixed on the woman's face."Jessie! My Jessica ... My lovely daughter ... My lover." The woman cackled and drove two ringed fingers deep into her slack cunny.Hove blinked, "Shut the door if you would Bert," he gasped. "No, no - you stay in here with me. We have to interview her.".