As I watched them on the dance floor I noticed how dark it was and he was leading her to the corner. As far as I could see he had his big hands down c...pping her ass and squeezing her cheeks. I don't think he thought I could see. Then I looked again and I couldn't see them. I decided to use the mens room and to do this I had to cross over the dance floor to enter. As I got near the door I found my wife in Dan's arms. They were kissing and he had one hand on her tits. He had slipped his hand. Her father was lapping at her smooth princess parts, stealing her juices as if he’d never get the chance again. She was so sweet, with a slight, pleasant tang. In fact, she seemed to taste even more incredible than when he’d stolen a taste of her while she slept the previous day. His daughter’s scent, taste, and the sounds of her angelic moans were quickly bringing his cock back to life, just in time to take their relationship up another notch; to take the ultimate taboo step. However, first he. “A toast to the case, and your Reno visit.” He smiled, looking deeply into her eyes. Once again, she felt her face flush and her pulse quicken. “Thanks, and to you as well,” she managed. She’d much rather spend time with this man now than face the night alone. She licked her lips, gazed into his eyes. “I’ve really enjoyed our time together so far, and I don’t want to fuck it up by pissing you off. Truce?” She held out her hand.“Truce.” He eschewed her hand, reached around her. The coat was welcome on chilly mornings—even though I now exercised the dogs during the afternoon.There was an everyday uniform for classes, a working uniform for fatigue details that included rubber Wellingtons, and accessories to dress up the everyday uniform. The weather was becoming too cold to go camping—even with the murderers in jail, nobody was anxious to go camping.There were plenty of times when the uniform was my birthday suit. First Sergeant Kelly Wexford was on vacation from the US.