Usually those are carried out by out of state operations. How did she get here?" I asked her. She said she was not confident that she would be treated...any better then here, and she was not going to be abused on the last day of her life."The subject of the conversation was homicide detective Sargent Vicky Peterson. It was unusual enough that any police or fire personnel were picked, due to the needs for public safety. But to have a decorated homicide investigator fall afoul of the selection. “I'm tired of being apart from you. I want to be in your bed. I want to share your women.”My dick ached. I wanted to blurt out, “Even Kora?” but I held my tongue. Instead, I thrust harder, the pleasure shooting through me. I squeezed her tits, making her squeal, her pussy clenching on my dick, tightening that glass tunnel about me. Her smooth depths polished my cock, the tip throbbing in her.I glanced down at her rippling butt-cheeks. Her crack so tight, hiding her rosebud. I pulled my hands. WAP..WAP..WAP. She squealed with pleasure each time I thrusted my hard thick cock into her. Yes, she was fucking me every bit as much as I was fucking her, and we were both enjoying it very, very much. Her hips pushed back to meet each thrust that I made. I was picking up speed rapidly. I always fuck Betty hard and deep just like I do Mina, Once I had my long thick cock fully into her I started making short thrusting jabs, then changed to long slow strokes to get into her even deeper. She was. Except when Dad would help Cindy with her biology homework.That's what Dad called it and I used to like listening to her cry while he fucked her. Sometimes he used to let me fuck her too, like holding her down and telling my sister how proud he was of her for helping her little brother become a man, but not so much once she'd turned seventeen. That's why I'd needed a slut like fagboy to drain my balls, you know? But not even Dad got to fuck Cindy anymore, not since she'd turned eighteen on the.