As he neared the west edge of town, a police car approached from behind. It slowed and held pace as it came alongside him. Richie noticed it, but took...no more than a cursory glance, not wanting to draw attention to himself.The police cruiser pulled ahead of him. Its brake lights glowed, and it pulled to the curb directly in Richie's path. Richie immediately slowed down and started to go around it. He had barely begun to make the turn around the back fender when the cop stepped out of his. Her holy hole is now completely open for whatever abuse by those freaks. She shivers, but realises she is also terribly turned-on by those two pin-fetishists. They beat her beautiful bums to make them beet-red. She is so hot now!Tamara feels the breath of someone very close to her open cunt. She hears deep inhalations. Sniffing out her snatch? For what? Maybe she just smells terribly tasty? She hears how Professor Peter invites Petra to take a good smell as well. He whispers something. She. “How was the water?” Shawn's wife, Gretchen, asked, scooting over on the blanket so I could join her.“Sooo cold. I have no idea how the kids can stand it for so long!” I indicated all the kids, still splashing gleefully as if the water were bathtub-warm instead of snow-runoff cold.Gretchen handed me a drink. “I have no idea how you and Shawn even stood it long enough to play with them! I'd much rather stay here, warm in the sand!” I ducked my head to hide my smirk; I knew exactly how he and I. They did so from the top. The dam weakened, burst and Henry was carried forty yards, thrown against a tree and knocked out. Samantha managed to grab him and haul him to dry ground. Henry came to quickly but was still groggy. He was also drenched. Samantha put one of his arms round her shoulder and they staggered back to the house. Henrietta was aghast at this ashen, dripping figure with a huge bruise on his forehead. She had Samantha run for a towel and Henry's dressing gown and made him strip.