You start to stroke my hair away from my face then digging your fingers into my thick hair you pull my head in to kiss me deeper. Loving your taste I ...tart to suck on your tongue as if it was your cock deep in my mouth. You groan as you rub your hardening cock against my pussy thennever breaking our kiss you slowly stand us up. Backing me out of the bathroom you walk us slowly to the room, never stopping till the bed hits the back of my knees. You break our kiss and step away from me. For the. She was leaning up against the old flair-side Ford she had written of. It was a red, faded by the sun, time, and weather of Missouri. No cowboy hat today. Her hair hung long, brown like fine suede. And the sun lit its outline like a halo. She wore chaps. The cowboy boots too, with spurs no less. He walked up to her and as he tossed his duffel in the payload, pulled her into his arms. ‘Hey, Jessie.’ They kissed for a deep solid minute. When they came apart, his arms still around her waist, he. “Yours are too,” she said.“Oh,” he said, looking at his fingers. She was right.He reached for her hand, and cleaned her fingers, just like he had cleaned Prudence’s. She felt a burst of heat in her chest as his wet mouth sucked at her fingers.“There,” he said, his own voice breathy.She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but she unhooked the bra and spread it, pressing her breasts together, and holding the cloth firmly over them.“I can’t get to it anymore,” he said, sounding sad. “You’re kind. It's not like we can have you under observation all the time, or anything like that. We will do all we can. And we'll check out your house, cars and boat regularly for a while."Now, we're going to do some elementary police work. I want the two of you to look at some mug shot books, to see if you recognize any of the faces..."Really boring! Most were obvious police booking photos and didn't show the subjects at their best, to be charitable. One picture looked like a cousin I hadn't seen since I.