Maar het is een schoentjedat misschien wel goed bij de wat luxere kleding past.In het begin ben ik wat zenuwachtig, maar er is kennelijk niemand die i...de gaten heeft dat ik eigenlijk een jongen ben. Tenminste, dat hoop ik.Met mijn tassen in mijn hand loop ik nog wat door het centrum van destad. In een leuk zaakje drink ik twee kopjes koffie en ik neem er zelfseen gebakje bij.Maar dan ga ik toch maar weer terug naar huis. Ik heb de weg goed in mijopgenomen en het kost mij dan ook geen moeite om. He gently pushed until he was buried fully in her.“Ok. Wait for a sec,” she told him.“I know,” he said and just waited there with her legs on his shoulders and his hands holding her thighs.As they waited Tracy’s hand reached down and she rubbed her pussy through her t-shirt.Finally Cassie said, “Ok. You can go now.”And with that Chris started to fuck her. Not fast at first but the pace started to increase as he continued. Tracy noticed that he never stopped looking at his penis going in and out. When asking her out it became clear she was unable to meet in a bar as she had no car and obviously did not want her sister to know she was seeing a married man. It was she that suggested I came over to hers. I offered to cook for her if she would like and she agreed. I offered to find a hotel room near her home so that I could have a drink with her. She said she had a spare room I could use if I wanted to stay. The night arrived and so did I . I took condoms just in case but hoped I had read. She drank her bottle of Lucozade and waited for the next pointless call on her radio. She didn't notice the three teenage girls who had been watching her with such interest, all she heard was her radio crackle to life and tell her that a security guard had reported a possible break in.WPC Silverton was in her mid twenties and pretty in a classic mould. Tall with rounded curves she was still athletically slim and professionally aloof to the point of frigidity. It was a barmy summer's evening and.