There was the usual little clique of volunteers that always filled me a sense of gratitude for their efforts to make like a little easier for the ones...that were either stumbling or confused and even a little bit fearful in the sterile environment. Reminders about “Take your Flu Shot” decorated the walls and an ominous huge sign that reminded all patrons that “Firearms are not allowed” set the tone for watchful caution. All too recently some poor PTSD (Post-Traumatic Syndrome) came to set things. I nodded at my girlfriend, knowing we were going to win. She was a cop. She’d kick so much ass and fuck all those summer futas into oblivion.“Then go!” B shouted and winter exploded from her.Cold swirled around us. White cocooned me. I gripped Cindy’s hand hard, tight, not wanting to be parted from her. We’d grown so close since that day she marched into my classroom, handcuffed me for taking her daughter’s virginity, and spanked me hard. I loved her domination. I loved her cock.I loved her.And. They held the kiss for almost a minute and then the car pulled away from the curb and I was just curious enough to follow. They drove to a roadside tavern and went inside and I gave them a couple of minutes and then I followed. Luckily the lighting was low except for around the band stand and dance floor and I was able to take a corner seat at the bar and watch them. Every time they danced the guy had his hands all over Staci and she did nothing to stop him. About two hours later I saw the guy. Not that the top came anywhere close to covering the bulk of her creamy breasts to start with. "I take it you like my new suit?" She asked almost coyly."Uh I guess you could say that. It certainly does look good on you, what there is of it, that is." I said a bit nervously, glad that we were standing out of earshot of anyone else at the moment.She looked over her shoulder to confirm that no one could really see anything but her back, and then looked straight at my eyes. Her hands slid up her.