To try to get into your pants, big sister. Affecting a nonchalant indifference, I leaned back (and almost fell off the couch) and said, "Thanks. Now, ...hoot. What's on your mind, woman?" (She loved to be called "woman.") Now that the general topic was out of the bag and we'd established the ground rules, she visibly relaxed a little more.Swinging around, she put her bare feet on the couch near mine and leaned her knees into the cushions, tugging her skirt down. Out of my peripheral vision I. He leaped to kick me in the head, but I turned his foot to the side and whacked him in the crotch. The guy went down, but was right back on his feet. He obviously was a martial arts trained man who could put pain out of his mind.The guy was huge, and I actually thought of just shooting him and be done with it, but that's not what the people sitting in the Suburban wanted to see.I backed up and told the man once again that I was there to exercise a warrant for his apprehension. He was considered. I was surprised the mind control was working so well, I was about to have my fantasy of fucking her up the arse and she really wanted it from me. I let out a laugh as I pulled my shirt over my head. As I started to undo my pants, my eyes wandered back to Janice, who was sliding hers jeans down her legs, she was so overweight but it did not matter to me she was willing to be fucked up the arse which was all that mattered. "What are you going to do to me she asked" "I am going to stick my dick up. . I could feel her warm breathing... while she kept moving her hands and the sponge. I started to move my pelvis. Trying to reach her lips with my penis but she wouldn't let me. Please! I said... Please! She smiled, and looked at me with those naughty eyes again. One of her hand slide down thru my balls. She started to massage me, pouring water from the sponge over my glans, breathing close enough... and then it happen. Her hand leave my balls and with one finger she started to massage my hole..