You're a 5' 2" tall white girl, with black hair and eyes. Your face is soft and feminine, which always makes being respected a difficult task. You fix...your shirt and pull your badge - which is tied to a necklace - from inside your C-cup cleavage, held by a sports bra. You're using an old blue shirt since your only uniform shirt was torn in pieces while you ran after a criminal you never caught and the department couldn't spare any other pieces for you. This shirt is rather tight and short,. And lastly, the line of battle of both consists of hollow cored ships which are effectively spacing missile magazines." How good is the fire control?" The Peep's is very good but the Mounty's latest is positively lethal." And your's." Every bit as good as the latest RMN and it might be just a touch better. The base missile of the RMN is still the MDM but the newest is tweaked for the better control. The Peep's are bigger but not as quite as effective as the MDM." Cedric, could you be over. Pubic hair all crispy and matted, her nipples firm, electric shocks buzzed through them when stroked. A desire for the toilet forced her out of bed, as she passed Mark and Desiere's room she was disappointed, the door was open and the bed neatly made. As she reached the bathroom door it opened, Mark came out and left the door open, she said morning quickly rushed past Mark, shut and locked the door and sat down pee streamed out.Then she realised Desiere was in the shower, clearly washing her. Daddy reached for me from the other side. Both of them groped me from both sides. The dim lighting lent itself to a naughty public play, which really excited me. Matt reached up my skirt and slid his finger into my wet pussy. Daddy squeezed the back of my neck as I writhed up and down on Matt’s fingers. Matt looked down to ask me if I was still nervous. I gave him a sultry smile and looked to Daddy who gestured to me that it was time to go home.I rode home with Matt to help show him the way to.