" No." "Why not?" Just no. I like the table. It's a good table, and it's a good idea that we keep it." That ended my argument right there; she was rig...t about the table."So what should we do?"She looked thoughtful, and finally, with a Eureka! look, said, "Throw out your dresser. You only use it for underwear, anyway. It's a good idea." I agree," I said. She was right, after all. "I'll store my underwear with yours, then?" No. That wouldn't work. It's a terrible idea. We can't store both mine. “Madam?” The officers were waiting for something but for the life of me I had forgotten what that something was. Even in my insobriety I was aware that one of the officers, the shorter of the two had turned his attention to my car and begun searching around in the glove compartment and along the seats. A mental note of what he might find rolled through my mind, anal beads, vibrating nipple clamps, funky pink love balls, finger tingler, a pack of lacy pink thongs purchased that morning, cock. Dad had his pants partially dropped and had managed to peg the woman with his cock while holding her up.I watched him rest her buttocks on his desk and push her back onto the pile of papers. Her breasts, while not huge, flattened out and bounced enticingly as he rammed her pussy with his cock. His hands were under them and he deftly started to manipulate her nipples. I easily heard her loud moans of pleasure as I watched and my hand slipped into my shorts, found my sweet nubbin, and started. And since we’re being honest…I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I got home last night. I dreamed about you.”“Naughty dreams?” she asked with a smile that was more a smirk. I could feel myself blushing, but she giggled. “Mine were naughty.” My mouth was open again and I closed it again. “Well, since we like each other more than a lot, we should start dating each other, don’t you think?”“Fuck yes!” I said more loudly than I had intended. I whipped my head around to look at the woman at the.