After the waiter left, Ivy noticed Sine hopping down from her F-350 from across the street where she parked. Ivy was always impressed with the way Sin... handled the monster of a truck and knew that other than her horses, the jet black truck was her pride and joy.Ivy studied Sine as she crossed the two lane street. Sine was truly the girl-next door type, with fiery red hair that she kept in a continual braid cascading down her back. The light sprinkle of freckles across her slightly pert nose and. We frolicked and had fun in the water for about 5 minutes but it was rather cold and Dad said he wanted to get out and dry off. Again I followed, watching Dad’s beautiful arse as he left the water, I tugged my own cock down to lengthen it as the cold had made it shrink somewhat. I wanted to look as big as possible for my Dad. We only had one towel between us, so my Dad let me go first as I wiped the water from my body, casually glancing at his cock before me, beads of water still caught in. Then he rushed up the ramp and finally turned on his headlights just before merging into Interstate traffic."His name is Jackson Campbell," Claire said to the deputy, who was already reaching for the mike of his radio once more. "White male, uh, six one, ash blond hair. I'll bet the insurance check for the store that he's heading north on 640 right now." North, south, whatever," the deputy shrugged. He gave Claire a reassuring smile."The city has a bunch of units on 640 tonight. They're running. Voice 1: Shall I forward it to them?Voice 2: I don't see how. Officially, they don't exist either.Voice 1: Seems like a shame. It'd sure make life easier. Just step upto some Commie and say [serious garbling of the tape that could not beelectronically resolved].[Note: There was some change in the pitch and timbre of the voices forthe remainder of the tape. Electronic analysis confirms that it is thesame two speakers.] Voice 2: Well, that was interesting. It's almost noon. Do you want toget.