“That’s not good,” Gary said.Betty clutched Al’s side, Xi reaching a hand out to the two of them. “What should we do?”“There’s not muc... we can do. We broke the law, so they have every right to arrest us. The police aren’t our enemies. They don’t present the risk Col. Powell does.”“He’s getting out of his car,” Betty observed.“All right, everyone relax.” Al flexed his fingers, laying his hands on his thighs. “Just play it cool, however it plays out.”The patrolman approached as the other cop. We exchanged a couple of brief telephone calls, but that was it. And then, with Zara back in New York and me with my nose back at the grindstone, we went back to exchanging notes and postcards. But, looking back, I realise that the frequency of our correspondence had begun to diminish. I guess we were both pretty busy. And then it was February again. The idea of sending Zara a Valentine’s Day card was more of a joke than anything. Ironically, the card that I sent her had come all the way from. Or Mom. Or Aunt Vicky. Not the way I love you and Melody.” I sniffed, feeling suddenly so foolish. “So you're okay with that?” he asked. “Me loving Melody and you?”I nodded my head. “She's my big sister.” I leaned against him. “And you're my big brother.”“Awww,” someone sighed.I jumped. Melody leaned in the doorway watching us, a big smile on her lips. She had stripped out of her clothing, her shaved pussy glistening. I really needed to shave mine. All of it. I wouldn't have a landing strip. To the back of her throat, then into her throat. He was gasping now, saying Oh yeah over and over, a few Oh Gods thrown in for good measure. He reached down and took her wrist, prying her hand off his cock with one hand and grabbing the back of her head with the other, pushing her further down, keeping her there. She took him in as deeply as she could and held it there, feeling him pulsing and throbbing, his head lodged in the back of her throat, her tongue now going crazy against the length of.