The officer didn't stop there; she moved her hands onto the thin material of Jenny's damp panties and gently rubbed up and down her wet mound. Jenny s...owly looked down and saw that the officer was staring intently at her covered mound. She then slowly looked up and stared directly into Jenny's eyes, all the time continuing to massage her sweet, wet pussy. "Please don't, I don't like this," Jenny managed to say, although her body was certainly beginning to like it. "Okay I'll stop," the cop. Kris had been awestruck when they first entered the library. He'd expected something small, maybe only one or two rooms, in a town the size of Pembroke. Apparently the long winters caused people to really cherish their library, though, because it was a two story structure that had to have forty or fifty thousand books in it.Kris walked along, looking at author names, wishing that something would jump out at him. He didn't even know if he'd actually published anything and, of course, didn't know. Would he like me, would he have time to meet me, and what would we do? I had a few ideas; it was hard to stay cool and not rush to the bathroom and masturbate. Yeah, I was that horny!The plane landed without any difficulties. I gathered my luggage and then took their courtesy bus to the motel. I checked in, unpacked my things, and then took a shower to freshen up.I then put on the sundress, and my pink lacy panties, applied just the right amount of make-up, perfumed my erotic zones, and then. “Goddamn button flies,” she muttered, but finally gotthem off all right. It was queer, but he found himselfusing body English to try to help her take them off.She began taking her panties off, then simply tore themoff. She leaned over him. “Still not hard, eh?” she asked. “How would you like meto take care of that little problem?” Her mouth hoveredover his penis. “There’s a better way.” She lifted hislegs, positioned the end of the barrel at.