She takes forty bites fromthe crop by the time I stop. I can smell her excitement, and see her legs glistening with the fluid runningfrom her groin. I...reach down, rubbing my hand in it and sliding two fingerseasily inside her. She gasps and presses back against my hand, trembling. Herbody wants so badly to cum, but in her mind she knows that I haven't giventhat permission yet, so she wars with herself. I pull back, and hear a pitiful whine barely audible from behind the mask.I make her stand,. Den mothers probably. A janitor / handyman / security guy.The priest, Father Rattigan, was a regular coffee visitor at the shelter around 10 in the morning.O’Leary signed for deliveries, food mostly. I was transported back to my Excella days. Except St. Jeremy did its own laundry.Many cops find stakeouts boring, I don’t, not usually. And this one was fairly easy. I had different venues to observe from. No one to tail, I simply took a photo of everyone and every vehicle. The work was low key. "Oh wow," she gasped, "it's fully grown, son." You like?" I asked proudly."Oh yes, I like," she sighed. Then she really surprised me. She leaned over and gently kissed the head of my dick. My cock jerked slightly. The excitement was too much to be discreet any longer. My hand was lower and cupping her boob. Her free hand was covering my hand and keeping it in place. I squeezed. She moaned."Get in here with me, baby," she almost demanded in a hoarse breath racked with arousal as she made room. She turned towards me and kissed on lips and asked, “ Will you satisfy my sexual desires as you did with your girlfriend?” I happily agreed for it. She asked me to get the things required from the shop.She told me to lock the door. She would take bath by the time I am back home. I went to a nearby shop. I bought honey and chocolate and rushed to her home. Since I had the key, I went in, locked the main door and searched for her. She screamed from the bathroom to get her the towel. She forgot in.