I'll bet if someone did something stupid he'd have been there a lot faster. I watched as the officer got out of his car. Make that HER car. There was ...othing little about the little lady that stepped out of the car and started talking to one of the kids in the park. She had to have been 6'. She had black hair that was cut short, and she was built. I could tell that from across the street. I could also tell she was easy on the eyes but she had the walk of someone you wanted on your side in a bar. He reached around with both hands and clasped the soft flesh of her groin, pulling her to him and tongue-fucking her ass so that her face burned with sweet shame. The bastard was doing it to shock her, she knew, to amplify her sense of exposure, and it was working so damn well. All she could do was cling on to her laced-up ankles, yelping and squealing as her head swam. Oh fuck, oh fuck, what’s he doing to me? God I’m so close …When his tongue retreated and he let her go, she almost fell over. For the vast majority of us out there it is safer at this point to back off -- discretion being the better part of valour -- for what follows is stomach-churning beaver shots (a whole beaver seems to have been used) that are accentuated by the backdrop of maggoty-white thighs which have received enough hail damage to flatten a field of corn.And as more of this eye candy is unpacked, pendulous, flaccid, sacs, released from the imprisoning strait-jacket of a bra, make an erection-destroying. She seemed to like it. God knows why. It was boring as all get out. But hey, if it makes her happy- well its her fucking car.Oh, I like cars by the way. Especially older Mercedes-Benzes. Just so you know.Anyway, I got walked in, threw my coat on the back of a kitchen chair, and went up to the my bedroom so I could change and shower, and then take a long bath. A really long bath.But as I approached my bedroom door, I heard the bed squeaking and creaking. And I was all, 'What the fuck?' So I.