"Be careful, he's like the Blue Van- he's not seeing what we really look like."The Sheriff approached with his hand on his predictable .357 revolver. ...mall town cops tended to go for the super reliability of a revolver over the extra eight shots of a 9mm. Can't jam a revolver- actualy, there was a way, if you were quick enough, you could keep the hammer from hitting the firing pin, somehow, and it wouldn't go off. It had been known to happen on occasion, in up close and personal encounters.. Without a flicker, she replied, “No, it’s been more than two years since we had sex, he’s just there for a roof over his head, meals, and occasionally some help with the kids.”I knew that story all too well.We both chuckled nervously.I said, “I guess we’re both in a ‘dry’ spell by choice then.”She laughed at this remark saying, “I wish it wasn’t so - but you might well be right.”As she then got up to leave, I stood up as well and we hugged as normal, but neither of us really wanted to let go as. Then, I realized my hands were still in my panties and panicked when I also remembered the video was still playing! I flinched and slapped the laptop closed."Oh my god, you scared me!" I said sleepily and a bit too hurried, hoping she hadn't seen what was playing on my computer.."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I saw the light and thought you might be having trouble sleeping. I was too and I don't know I just..." Her eyes were drifting down my body. It made me feel both weird and excited.. I claw the cement. I cry for mercy. My body twists, trying to escape. Tears gush. Ouch, ouch, ouch! I'm not ready! The tongue accelerates inside me.Jack! A long, low moan from somewhere deep in me announces my orgasm.The slapping stops. The guy must practice on melons. The warm head moves out from between my legs. I collapse on the cold cement block, sobbing."Aw, that wasn't so bad," a voice croons.I sniffle. My buttocks sizzle as I come down from orgasm."You're going to be a good little girl,.