Whew, I think were safe. That sounded like the banter of close cousins, not a cop and a criminal. I had a sudden vision of Kitty, or I guess “Katy...Anne”, making the beast with two backs with her cousin the cop, and my cock twitched involuntarily.“What the hell are you doin’ Katy-Ann Meriwether!”“I know you ain’t exactly Harvard material Cletus, but what does it look like I’m doin’?” She slid backwards off the car, and I noticed with a perverse sense glee that a nice big dollop of cum dripped. When your thumb started massaging the head of my cock, you turned the tables and asked, ‘Are you wet yet?’ You knew I was. My hand fell into your lap under the material of your wrap-around skirt. Worn specifically for this moment to happen, you spread your legs and my fingertip found the wetness of your slit. Looking directly at me while still seeming composed, you inched your hips lower so I could find your clit. You continued to fondle my cock, especially the head of it while my finger was. “Your pussy is so wet,” he whispered. “You’re making it wet,” I replied as I rubbed and pinched my tits. He rubbed it in gentle, circular motions, very tenderly and erotically. “You want me to lick it?” he asked. “Oh please,” I begged. He moved himself into position and put his head between my legs. He opened my pussy lips and licked my swollen clit as I moaned in enjoyment. He licked it up and down and then flicked it quickly with his tongue. I gripped my sheets as I watched him pleasure me. I. I typically do a long run on Saturday mornings, but I was planning on cutting my run short and sneaking into Jack's backyard through the rear gate.At 9am sharp, I knocked on the door of the shed. "Get in here, boy," Jack barked from inside.He was reclined on the weight bench, doing butterflies with some heavy barbells. He was dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of thin gym shorts, the outline of his impressive member clearly visible beneath the sweaty fabric. I immediately wondered how I.