” Her voice was full of desire, which only fueled his. He entered her mouth, giving her just the head of his cock. She eagerly wrapped her mouth aro...nd him, anxious to pull him deeper. The heat and wetness of her mouth had him unable to resist. He slid deeper into her mouth, which she accepted. Her tongue and lips worked him in the way only familiar lovers can do. She knew what he liked, the amount of pressure, the sensitive spot just under the head. He stroked in and out, slowly at first, then. From the reaction of the deputy sheriff, Jake was evidently not of the criminal element. There had definitely been more than a passing acquaintance, the two men knew each other…were friends…good friends. Taylor realized she had no real friends, certainly no one she really could trust. In that sense the man who hauled shit for a living had it all over her. The next day she called the number on the back of the card that Mike, the deputy sheriff, had given her. It was the slow season. Mike’s. Delayed by fifteen minutes. Stop. Heart pounding, legs like jelly. Oh fuck. Calmer now. Even time to get a coffee. Heart slowing. Walk to the train. Find seat. Coffee on table. Bag on overhead luggage rack. Sit down. Stand up. Bag down. Side pocket. Yes. Quarter bottle of cognac. Stand up. Bag up. Sit down. No-one watching. Shaking hand pours the elixir. Take a sip. Bitter sweet and alcohol. Another sip. Feeling better now. Relax. Sit back. Close eyes. That was the trouble with Charlie. He just. Jamal towered over me with his 6' 2 inch muscular frame,but his warm smile and gentle handshake eased the imposing image of him asI invited the strikingly good looking African American man into the house. Jamal followed behind me as I lead him into the spacious living roomwere Bryan was waiting. Bryan's eyes got wide as he saw the impressive manstanding in the foyer looking around. "Jamal, this is my youngest son Bryan." I said, Jamal walked up toBryan, who then reached out for a.