Every constable present began rubbing P.O. White’s pussy stubble and laughed at her. The humiliated P.O. White sobbed hard as the constables felt he... rough stubble.“Eeeeeew, it feels like a cactus,” laughed a constable’s young son.“It feels like my husband’s cheeks in the morning,” laughed a female constable.“Please stop, you all have felt stubble before,” cried Peace Officer White.“But not your stubble luv,” said Jimmy the bar man as he tweaked her clit after he rubbed her pussy stubble.Next. He said yes. We drove back to his place and we went in for a nightcap. Well things got hot as soon as the door closed . He said he was hot for me! I just looked at him and gave him a nice wet kiss! We just went to the couch and made out as we took each others clothes off. He looked a lot hotter than I thought. We started to explore each other and I heard him say he has been thinking about me for a few years . I never knew he was into guys but I felt flattered. So I said well lets not waste. “Good ploughing today darling,” said Kurt leaning back against the bed head while Fanny dried down after a shower. “Must have finished, I mean I would have done it but you know--”“Yes you and work don’t mix luv, especially when they’re here,” she taunted him cheekily, nodding towards the children’s bedroom.He watched her towel every bit of her body, loving the way she got into all the nooks and crannies and the way she hefted her knockers to make sure the moisture was gone, then that lovely. He mounted the cartridge, and carefully watched as the arm settled in balance. Of course, then he had to adjust it, and watched in consternation as it slammed against its stops. Another quick fiddle, and it was nearly back where it started, if a little nose up before he screwed the counterweight to 1.75 grams. I passed him the RCA demonstration record, and he placed it on the platter then carefully wiped it with the cloth I handed him. After starting the platter rotating, he lowered the stylus.