Their tongues meshed and her hands went to his crotch."I'm sorry Harry ... sorry for what happened. Please forgive me. Oh God Harry ... you're even bi...ger than I remembered," and as Durham's cock sprang free, as hard now as it had been an hour ago before he fucked young Alicia, the woman caressed it. "I think that lowlife partner of mine is responsible, Harry. I think he drugged me and made me pregnant."The amoral policeman had worked his pants and undershorts down and off and now his naked. Justine stepped back and let out a giant breath. She looked at Grant then glanced at me. I again opened my mouth to speak but got the same look from Justine, telling me to keep quiet.Grant finally broke the silence, “I get off on the jealousy, the humiliation of her releasing her inner slut in front of me. I get off on the embarrassing things she pushes me to do, the things she wants to do, and wants me to see,” he said looking at the floor. Justine closed the distance between them and. To see the joy and hunger in is eyes. His arms were around me again, loving hands on my waist, my back, grabbing my ass through my skirt, sliding under my shirt to my warm skin as we searched each others mouths, tasting, teasing. Talking could wait, this touching and tasting and looking was what we couldn’t accomplish online. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I wondered how far he was interested in taking me during this encounter. Making out at the Chamber was one thing, the idea of having. The Forman got a chuckleout of that.So there I was, driving the Escalade with Otis sittingnext to me. What to do? I had him but what now? I knewthat I would have to tip my hand sooner or later, butfigured I’d wait until we got home. I only hoped thatthis sexual obsession of mine wouldn’t backfire on me.What if he refused to do as I asked?I shouldn’t have worried. As it turned out Otis livesfor sex. All I had to do was take him upstairs and tellhim to undress. He didn’t.