She turned on the faucet and splashed some water on her face. She paused there, looking at herself for a moment.Rachel was a long haired brunette, mid...back length, naturally straight and thin. She was tall, right at 6”, with an athletic, yet slender and feminine body build. Humble B cup breasts gently rose out from under her flannel shirt, and a few freckles dotted her face on and around her prominent, yet pretty and nicely curved, nose. Her eyes were a light brown, almost golden. She wasn’t. I’m dizzy with desire and ask him to take them off…I want to feel him inside me. He gently removes the wet lace and begins licking my slit, plunging his tongue deep inside me. His fingers find my clit and rub it furiously. I can barely speak. I try to say his name but the pleasure is overwhelming. Then without warning his fingers are delving into the depths of my pussy, touching every sensitive spot. His mouth is on my clit, sucking, licking, and then sucking again. He’s persistent. Patient. He. It was huge, and a lot of people he didn't know were there. But there were some people who he knew. Like Jen.But Jen didn't see him. She couldn't, she was passed out on a couch. She was by herself, cuddled up in the corner of the couch. Her hair was different, but he recognized her instantly. She still looked beautiful.What could he do? He wasn't going to leave just because she was there. He looked around though, trying to find out who she was with. He wouldn't recognize Kasey if he saw him,. "Go the other way. Make the first left and there's another set of elevators, unless you want to be on TV." Fuck, no," Goodman said. "Thanks, guys. I owe you one." We'll take you up on that," one answered as the cops stepped into the hallway, grinning at their prey.Goodman jogged away, heedless of the stares of visitors as they saw his gun belt and pistol. Screw 'em, he thought. If they see my gun then they see my badge since it's on my belt by my holster. So accustomed to wearing it while in.