Eagerly awaiting her journal post that night, I sat and drank a whiskey at my computer. I knew shed post about it, but what would she say? Her posting...came later than normal that night. She lead it with our meeting. I cant believe it the posted started&hellip,Mr. Jones had some tacky athletic shorts on today and his cock is friggin enormous! I could practically see the outline of it through his shorts and it is crazy thick. If you guys thought I wanted him before, you have no idea how bad I. Closing her eyes, Kimberly was lost for a moment in the sensuous feeling. She opened her eyes and looked down. Her nipples were long and hard. She cursed her body for showing arousal in front of the man she now despised.Steve opened his pants and pulled his hardening cock out, slowly rubbing it while enjoying the show. He rolled his chair away from the desk and turned it to the side."Kim, come here."Kimberly stood and walked slowly around the desk, her blouse hanging loose and brushing her. He was often gone.The Marshal was born and raised in Ludington ... got a job with the fire department and rose through the ranks until he was Chief. He retired and took the job of Area Fire Marshal. The pair were fishing and hunting buddies ... had been for years. The Inspector had permission to hunt all over the northern half of lower Michigan and the Marshal knew all the good spots for muskelunge, northern pike and whitefish.When they smoked, the Inspector was a pipe man and the Marshal. "What will you do in Civvy Street?" Bugger all, except shag my wife more often than I've been doing for the past five years." He enumerated on his fingers. "We went into Iraq in March two thousand and three, but had been stuck in Kuwait for three months before that. Came back home in May, then a year later we're there again on a three month deployment. Sent to that kharzy of a place again in November two thousand and six, with another Christmas away from the family. Then bugger me, six months.