She laughed self-consciously at my compliment, her red mouth open and playful as it had been in that introductory moment at the library. “Well, it w...s funny, me thinking you were self-conscious about your foot on the table and you not caring and me trying to reassure you. It just seemed so silly.” Her thoughts: And the way you kept looking at me. I wished I hadn’t worn that long peasant skirt, although you said you liked it. I wanted to tease you and show my legs and let you know the scandalous. She was again wearing a very short mini-skirt that was hiked up above her crotch.“Exit the vehicle and follow me to my patrol car,” I said as I open the car door.I led Adelina in the dark to the side of my cruiser that was away from the highway. I pushed her against the car and we kissed hungrily as I humped my bulging cock against her crotch. We were both getting aroused and aching for sex, so I turned her around, pulled her mini-skirt up, pulled my cock out, and slipped it easily into her wet. A song that Rosalie couldn’t identify was on, but she danced anyway, feeling all her inhibitions fade away, not even noticing as Jenny left the dance floor. She span slowly on the spot, running her hands down her body. She swayed her hips slowly in tune to the slow song that was blaring in the club. Closing her eyes she felt the music flow over her and moved to the beat. Suddenly large hands slid around her body, holding her hips tight. Feeling slightly unsteady, Rosalie tried to turn around. ‘You were in and out of reality for a long while back then. Who’d have thunk that a bladder infection could cause serious dementia like that?’ Amos asked rhetorically. ‘Doctor Blevins said it poisoned your bloodstream, but it took ’em forever to figure that out.’ He watched his mother nod her recollection of the aftermath, though he knew that she had very few memories from the actual period of her dementia. Amos was thrilled to see that her long-term memory was still intact, notwithstanding the.