‘Oh, I’m so sorry.’ To my surprised, Officer Jackson did not say a word. Instead, she smiled and walked back to her car. Damn, she had a fat ass... This goddess had no business being a police officer. She should be making millions walking up and down the catwalk. ‘Can you please get out the car, sir?’ Officer Jackson asked. ‘Why, what’s the problem?’ ‘You have to come with me down to the station.’ Officer Jackson continued. ‘Apparently, you have many unpaid parking tickets and the car is stolen.’. I’m turned, half facing him. My breast rubs against his arm. Aubrielle is still bent over him, stroking his cock through his pants.I lick my lips. “It wouldn’t be the end if you spend in your pants. Imagine the princess bending her head down as she unbuttons you and fishes you out of the mess she got you to make. Her mouth closes over you. She licks and sucks you clean, enjoying the taste of her earlier success. I reckon that’d get you hard soon enough.”“You’re too much.”“Oh, no, we’re just. You reach out a hand to touch the woman's floor-length hair. She doesn't stop you, watching with dismissive interest. You reach back over to your head, there's hair there too, but not like hers. Hers is long, straight, and black. Yours is shorter, curly, and red. Her skin is a muddy brown, yours is deathly bloodless pale. Her ears are long and pointed, yours short and round. There's a deeply buried term your brain tries to create to describe her, trying to come up with it makes the mist come. Everyone found Angela attractive. She was five feet ten inches tall, had long light brown hair, a figure to die for being slim with full breasts, a flat tummy, and well-toned legs and arms, and always smiled happily.In fact, Tony realised that Angela turned heads wherever she went. After all, a tall girl with long hair, full breasts and great legs was always going to be admired, as much by women as by men, notwithstanding Angela’s sexual preference. In fact, she was straight but still women.