She took Michelle's shaky handsand quickly made her finger print sheets then again helped the now formerOfficer over to the wall where she ordered her...to stand still until shewas told her to move. Michelle still dazed and groggy did as she was toldstanding over by the wall Jenny quickly ran over to the camera and tookseveral prisoner mug shots of Michelle that would now identify. Jenny orderedher to turn left and then to the right as she took more mug shots of her.Michelle still dazed looked at. She also stopped responding to my mails, so I thought that maybe she wasn’t interested to talk anymore, or for whatever reasons it may be.I had almost forgotten about this incident, but to my surprise, one fine day I got a call from her, and she told me that she was waiting in Haldia station, and asked me to get there. I was really surprised, and half of me didn’t want to believe her, but anyways, her sweet voice kept echoing in my head, and I set out towards Haldia station. It’s a very small. I pumped her with hard strokes. Her pussy clenched about my cock. She gripped me with her juicy snatch.My balls tightened. The heat swelled and swelled in me as I watched the cop fucking the girl, the mother masturbating to the sight. My wife’s pussy slammed down my cock then I lifted her up. My face twisted, glasses shifting.“Daddy! Daddy!” my wife gasped as her pussy writhed around my cock.She slammed down my dick. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed. Her cunt massaged around my aching shaft. It. Maybe it’s the sheer amount of time we spend together, intimately connected yes, but not just that. Grooming, washing, just being together, inside the stable or out in the fields, there is a connection, a shared love. Not imposed upon him, freely given by him. My stallion, my lover, not my husband.How things would work with Laura I had no idea, I guessed we would have the same problem with other people. ‘So which one is the husband?’ Why should we fit into someone else’s box? Not that I was at.