" By that point Jenny had somehowmanaged to get the end of his dick, still wrapped in lace, into hermouth so all she did was make some positive noises... Michael plunged onwith what his overexcited brain was believing to be a successful plan byrepeating that he liked them, over and over again. He even told her thathe should be allowed to wear whatever clothes he liked. Although thelast part came out a little bit squeakily as he ejaculated through thelace.On Friday morning Jenny never said a word. I thought to myself as aplain brunette went past me that she would do better with a little morecleavage and makeup.A young girl paraded herself in a tight halter top and high cut jeansand instead of looking at her with lust, I noticed that her nail polishwas chipped and it didn't match her lipstick. Another girl happenedalong and the same thing happened. I looked at her and judged her onhow pretty she was, not how sexy she was to me.The guys on the other hand was the second change I noticed. I. He came out of the truck shooting. Another deputy that came up while I was still trying to stop from hitting anyone, shot him."I was stunned but wanted to know, "What was he running from, do you know?" Yeah, we know. He had just shot his wife and the guy who had been his business partner. We started chasing him when we saw him driving away from two people lying on the sidewalk. When he shot out the windshield on the first patrol car chasing him, that made us want to catch him real bad." The. He was in his mid 40’s I guessed, and he wore khaki chinos, a comfortable blue cotton shirt, loosely buttoned, with he sleeves slightly rolled up his forearms. Did I mention that I have a weakness for beautiful forearms? He walked straight up to me and put his hand out to shake mine. “Morning,” he said, “I’m Mark”. As I reached out to shake his hand I saw his forearms. They were absolutely gorgeous. He was stocky and muscular, and his forearms were well defined, slightly tanned, with a fine.