"No, I mean yes." Angela answered."Not so much fun when it's not make believe, is it?" Diane asked as she began to lead Angela back to the rear police...car."Wait, there has to be some way for us to work this out." Angela said as she stopped short. In a state of panic, Angela missed the knowing smile that Diane gave Maria. The Hispanic officer walked around the Viper and came to a stop in front of Angela and Diane."Do you hear this bitch." she said as she stood only a few inches from Angela's. Lightly kissing your neck, arms reach around and hands gently fill themselves with your breast. Soft but very distinct sounds of pleasure begin to emanate from you giving permission to continue. Hands leave soft breast finding the top of the zipper and slowly unzip your dress. Moving back to your shoulders fingertips push the dress off allowing it to fall to the floor. Reaching back to touch me expecting to feel clothing, surprised as fingertips touch flesh. You again turn around and begin to. I am so eager for her to touch me, I thrust myself forward more. She pulls my skirt up higher and removes my panties. She spreads my legs again and touches my wetness. She lowers her head and begins to lick and suck my clit. I moan in ecstasy, this is what I have been waiting for, but she teases me, and takes it slow. She puts two fingers inside me as she eats me, I can hear the lapping of her mouth. She pumps her fingers harder as I moan more, and uses her teeth lightly on my clit. As I am. It'sonly a psychological defense against your nakedness." How right he was! As I removed the g-string, I realized howmuch comfort I had been deriving from that tiny scrap of cloth. Without it, I felt completely naked! He continued to scrutinize me - examining me carefully, butstill from a distance. I stood, still holding the g-string withmy left hand as I struggled to keep the skirt and crinoline heldup with my arms."Those stockings fit you well. That's unusual for a woman your height - they.