When we went in for our final interview, the captain of the detectives, Captain Oliver, came in. “Officer Weston,” he said in a formal voice.“Ye..., sir?” she replied, standing.“Actually, perhaps I should say Detective Weston,” he said, breaking into a grin and handing her a gold badge. I think everyone in the room was just as surprised as I was when she hugged me, squealing excitedly.“Thank you, Sir,” she finally replied as she shook his hand.I took Holly out to dinner to celebrate. “You’re. She knew things, great things. After the third time, I asked, “Could you let me please cum, Jessica?”“Sure, where do you want to put your cum?”Knowing better than to answer that question honestly, I said, “Your tits, can I cover your tits with my cum?”She got up on her haunches, pointing my dick at her chest, and went into high gear jacking me off. It only took about fifteen seconds as I began to spurt over two feet in the air and practically covered her tits with my half-dozen spurts.She was. " It wasn't long before Abby showed up and rushing to Ma, hugged her."Riley, what do you want me to do." They turned to me. Both Ma and Abby had tears in their eyes."It's frightfully crowded out at the ranch. You have five of the dance hall girls in the bunkhouse. The judge and the prosecutor have two of the bedrooms. I'll let you have Duffy. See if Sarah Holcomb will put my folks up. By next week most of the crunch for room will be taken care of." I can do that with no problem." I motioned. She slipped into ablack, figure-hugging, cotton-spandex, micro-mini cocktail dress withsheer back and sleeves, she accessorised with gold earrings, necklaceand bracelets and stepped into a pair of four-inch black high heels.She spun around in front of the mirror and was very happy with how shelooked.Emptying the handbag that she took every day to UC Berkeley Law Schoolonto the bed she sorted through the jumble and tossed the essentialsinto a stylish black leather clutch purse with gold.