“What!” she said coldly.“You know. The tart. Blondy with the big tits.” The chief assault leader was drunk already, and didn’t see the cold ...ury building in the woman’s eyes.Ann Harris glanced at the clock. It was not yet eight thirty and they had hoped not to kick things off until after nine. “Ill,” she said coldly. “Now here’s your drink. Go sit down.”Ann, at nearly forty, and with fifteen years in the police before being sacked three years earlier, looked cold and hard. Not the sort of sexy. I know that when it was over I was panting, my body was shaking from pure exhaustion and it was covered with a glistening sheen of perspiration. I remember begging for rest…I was both mentally and physically exhausted. As I laid resting, those glorious eyes of his were upon me as he gently held me and stoked my body. What an amazing experienced lover he is…my only regret was we missed 35 years of this glorious fucking. That night I was the recipient of a truly amazing sexual experience…I found. " Lisa. Lisa " she said in a whisper. I feigned sleep and turned onto my back. When I did that she began to kiss my neck and rub her hands across my body. It sent a shiver down my spine, but I didn't move. I wore a halter top and panties and she pulled my top down and started to suck my nipple. I couldn't believe she was doing this. It felt so good. As she sucked on my nipple she began to squeeze my pussy thru my panties. Not a hard squeeze but one that made my pussy throb. She got on top of. That’s how I ended up naked on my stomach with a towel over my butt, at least part of it, with Gianna and Azee watching, giggling, and making obscene suggestions and trying to guess which part of Europe the bruise on my back looked like. Alex told them about the port-wine stain on my butt that looked like Africa and they looked at it and everybody agreed it did and asked her how she knew.Margaret wanted Gianna to watch so she could give me the same treatment once a day for a while. After she.