African-American - happy now?) and wore an outfit identicalto the other officer. I couldn't help but wonder why any woman wholooked like her would wan... to dress like a man. But I had more importantquestions right now."How the hell can you accuse us of bringing explosives into your piss-ant town? Don't you realize someone else put them there to kill us?"The officer remained steadfast. "That's true, but you did transport themhere, knowingly or not." This is a fucking outrage!" I yelled. It didn't. But I snickered as I bit her neck, sucking hard and staring at the bruise. She looked back over her shoulder again and I looked directly into her tear filled eyes as I slid my hands up her spine and firmly grabbed both of her shoulders, pulling her hard against me, as I began slamming into her again. I was close now. Close to cumming. Close to filling her up like I'd planned to do. I pictured it, my cum sinking into her womb, making a baby. So I doubled my efforts. I held tight to her hips and. The bedspread was already turned back and the sheets looked crisp and freshly laundered. She lit a candle, turned towards me and began to undress. I did the same. She folded her clothes and laid them neatly on a chair and I tried to do the same although not as neatly as her. When we were both naked we looked each other up and down and I hope she liked what she saw. I certainly liked what I saw. Her breasts were full with just the slightest sag, crowned by pink aureolas and prominent nipples.. My throat felt tight as I realized that this silence meant it really was all over. It was time to get him out of my apartment and forget him. But maybe five years of friendship paid off in that moment after all. Right as everything felt like it was shattering inside me, Stephen’s warm brown eyes finally met mine, hooded in seriousness. ‘It was an emergency,’ he said. ‘Look,’ I said, ‘Don’t be cryptic. Is something really wrong? I’m not really prepared to play verbal games with you right now.’.