“You are gifted, both of you. I’ve never seen anyone glow like you two do.” She gave them a surprised look. She stepped back and bowed her head....“My Lord, I can’t possibly expect you to hunt the cuttails for me. I’m sure my guards can do this.”“Have they hunted cuttails before?” Trae asked her.“No, my Lord, it has been many years since we have seen one on our lands. There have been rumours of them being high in the mountains but not down here,” she told him. “Please, come in, come in. It is an. I began to play with her clean shaven pussy with my fingers, suddenly she stopped sucking my breasts and came to kiss me again with passion.I went down on her, and wanted to see the wet pussy but she was ashamed and closed her eyes and told me not to see it. I pleaded with her that I wanted to see it. Feeling hesitant and shy she finally said yes, and so I went down on her and began to look at the wet pussy…wow it was like chocolate and the icing done on some parts I separated her legs and. Trying to shake my anger at the girls, I glanced at the policewoman before me. The lack of a uniform threw me. How this non-event rates a senior investigator I had no idea. How it rated any police involvement I had no idea either.As I said, she was an attractive older woman. I'd guess she was around her late thirties, although she still looked good. She had jet black hair with dark eyes and wore a dark suit, making her look pretty severe. But her eyes belied her dour demeanor. They held a humor. Mom didn't say anything and I certainly wasn't going tobring the subject up.The start of our Freshman year was only a couple of weeks away andAllison and I were hanging out in the teen section of our local library.I had mentioned to her that Mom had told me to get my hair cut beforethe beginning of school and I wasn't all that opposed to her requestthis time as I hadn't had it cut since last summer at Cindy's and it nowhangs down partway over my eyes in the front and I have to keep brushingit.