She has now found what she has been looking for, what I have anticipated for the last fifteen minutes. She touches me lightly, caressing me from the h...ad down the shaft and then back up again. Her mouth moves down over mine stomach towards my throbbing cock.She sits up a bit and watches it twitch with anticipation. Then slowly lowers her head to take me into the warm cavern of her mouth and slowly takes the head and sucks, starts to run her tongue round the head then takes me all the way in her. She stopped a table full of sex toys and selected an iridescent pink vibrator.She looked coyly at me; the image of her naked self, holding the bubblegum massager, engrained into my psyche. She was sheer perfection. Everything about her was delicious: the toned shapely legs, the hairless mons, the pert, endowed bosom and the entrancing smile framed by the blonde pigtails.She kissed the tip of the toy, looking directly at the camera. My cock rose as the delicate beauty sat on the side of the bed,. "Logan! Get back here! I need your help with this!" Mr. Jackson shoutedfrom the garage."See ya!" Logan quickly rushed back into the garage."How exciting for you," Emily said. "What are you gonna wear?" A t-shirt? I?m just seeing a movie," Taylor replied."Right..." Emily giggled.Taylor rolled his eyes and sighed, he?d spent all this time with Emilyand yet sometimes he couldn?t understand what was going on in her head.Aunt Agnes looked out her front window, spotting Taylor standing on thelawn. There were no swastikas for one thing. If he had, and had retreated at that point, some of the violence might have been avoided.“Hello guys, you okay?” asked Sergeant Bradshaw of the man who looked to be in charge. The look he got in return raised his hackles, but he remained outwardly calm. “Can I ask what you’re up to?”“Our jobs,” came the abrupt reply.“And what might that be? I don’t recognise your uniform. Who exactly are you?”The other two constables, both younger than Bradshaw, who was.