This sort of trouble was unusual for Tricia. Usually the good girl in any crowd, Tricia never made waves, never went to the edge. This was all so very...new. Foggy and hung over from the unexpected adventures of the past night, and with a ratty strand of Christmas lights blinking a tedious, dreadful pattern of glare and gloom above her head, Tricia with eyes closed, carefully began putting last night’s pieces back into place; A worthy job in her condition. The food, the bar, the drinks, the. " She did so. The officer took the breathalyser from her and peered at it. "Oh, dear," she said. "I'm afraid this is not good. You see this number here — this is far too high. We'll have to get this checked. I'm sure there is no problem really but if you could come back to my car we can go to the Police Station." But, but, its nonsense," said Cora, protesting, as the police officer took her by the arm."Yes, madam, but I'm afraid you must come along with me," she said taking her towards the. Her juices flooded my hungry mouth. I drank them down. They washed over me. I savored them. I wanted to drown in their bliss. It was amazing. Wonderful. The juices spurted into my mouth as her pleasure increased. Her stomach clenched, arching her upright for a moment before she fell back on the bed.I kept sucking, keeping her bliss alive. Her yowls and purrs filled the room with her pleasure. I never stopped caressing her clit with my tongue stud. I batted her nub. She came over and over,. I expected a lot of things from her, but not that relaxed smile to remain on her lips. There she was, tits out in the open with a million reasons to react shocked or angry. But nah, she looked at me and even let her arms wave back to stay afloat, watching me as much as I watched her. Had a bit of that high noon appeal, one of us had to draw first. I decided – no, it was decided for me really – to let the rest of my body sink into the water, after all there was no reason we couldn’t both swim.