Meeting Mick’s colleagues went beyond an apology: it was renewed hope that what we had was real. “Are you sure I’m OK to go into a Police Stati...n dressed like this?” I asked, wrapping Mick’s beloved black trench coat tightly around my body. “Of course,” Mick insisted. “And don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll love you just as much as I do.” “What? What did you just say?” My head was in a whirl. First he was bringing me in to see his colleagues and now… now he’d used the ‘L’ word. The ‘L’ bomb. I. She knew then and there that she had him where she wanted him. She sat up and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into a long breath taking kiss. At first he resisted and told her they should not continue she shut him up with her tongue. He started grabbing at her tits and squeezing them which she loved. She stood up and pushed him down upon the table and practically ripped his clothes off. She then saw one of the biggest dicks she had ever seen besides her husbands. His dick was nearly. I stripped down to my lingerie, black stockings and pretty panties. Pulled his pants and shirt off and began kissing his body all over. I finally made my way back down to tease his now throbbing 9" with my mouth and tongue. I nibbled at his foreskin and my tongue rolled it back exposing his mushroom head. My throat opened up and I bobbed up and down on it. He reached into my panties and began massaging my spasming pussy hole with his big fingers. I moaned and sucked him passionately as he. " In a few minute, he came back carrying three tall glasses. He handed one to each of us, keeping the one that was a golden color for himself. My drink looked pinker than Mrs. Parsons, I guess because I'd asked for it to be sweet. It tasted good, a little bitter like from lemon juice. Mrs. Parsons was the first to finish her drink, holding up her glass and asking for another one. This time, Mr. Parsons didn't try to talk her out of it. Instead, he drank his whole glass down first, and then went.