I grab the tire and push her, slowly, letting her slide back down my cock. I push her again, a little further out, so that her mouth stops right at t...e head of my cock, and then swings right back down my shaft. She pushes herself off of my cock, and spins upside down in the swing, wrapping her legs around my waist, I slide back inside of her. She uses the swing to bounce up and down on my cock. After a few minutes, I grab her legs, pulling them up over my shoulder. I begin to thrust hard. They were almost all the way off and both of them heard cell phones ring. One set was his and of course the other was hers. She wasn’t sure who hers was but figured it was her boyfriend calling to see how she was getting along. He wasn’t sure either but he knew he had to stop. He had to pick up his phone and see who it was calling him on a Saturday. Her cell phone was in the other room in her shorts. She wasn’t going to answer it at that point. But Michael’s was another story entirely. His came. Within ten minutes he is out the front door, juggling his thermos and Pop Tarts in his right hand while he slips his left arm through his jacket. Detective Phelps uses his police siren and he is at the scene in another fifteen minutes. He parks his car near the vacant lot and downs the last of the milk in his thermos. He gets out of his car and looks around. He sees that his African American partner Detective Olivia Martinique has still not arrived. He doesn’t really expect her to show up,. All the very light, fine hairs across her bosom were standing on end. She obviously had goose bumps from the sudden exposure to the chilly air and her growing stimulation. Bryce could no longer hide his yearning and reached down immediately to hold her left breast while stroking her hair and kissing her. A few seconds later, he slid his hand over between us to cup her right tit, pulling it toward him slightly while massaging it deeply. Monica moaned loudly, muffled by Bryce’s deep, hard.