Her moans continued and her hips began to move against my face. She placed her hands behind my head, pulling me into her and driving my tongue in a... far as it would go. She held me there while she began to thrust her hips forward. I lifted my tongue to the roof of her pussy again and her thrusting caused my tongue to slide back and forth against her G-spot, again bringing on an orgasm. Now I shifted my attention to her clit, flicking my tongue quickly across it then. The triangle from her navel down to her mons was flat and muscled. She probably did a lot of situps and crunches. Her pussy was clean of any hair or stubble, most likely waxed.Bending over the window sill she picked something off the sill. Tilting her head back she grabbed her hair and collected it into a pony tail and tied her hair together with an elastic band. Her breasts jutted out and her nipples were hard. As she bent back her labia and clit were exposed.Her clit was large and was framed. One of the men called me a real badge buddy and I just sort of laughed in agreement not having any idea what it meant. That is until I looked it up on the Internet. So I guess they were thinking I was just a slut hot for cops.I wasn't hot for cops and I wasn't really getting anything out of it, but I thought these men risk their lives everyday for the rest of us so why not help them out a little. After all it is a perfectly natural act and all men have a hormonally driven biological need to. We then drove around town for a while, We had lunch at Dead Steer, and of course I had finger steaks. I actually finished two orders, it had been over a year since I had any.We drove over to the park, and were walking hand in hand and Kim had her head on my shoulder when I noticed an older gal looking daggers at us. “Kim, who’s that?” I asked.“Oh, that’s Mrs. Amos. She goes to our church, I bet she thinks you’re my secret lover! Oh, oh no, Peter!”I smiled, and guided Kim over to the playground.