‘Oh, good God,’ Frankie moaned. ‘That feels so fucking good.’ Once Frankie’s anus was thoroughly massaged, Laurie slipped her index finger b...ck into Frankie’s pussy to get it wet again from the girl’s cunt juice. Then she slipped just the tip of that finger into Frankie’s asshole and listened to her lover gasp, ‘Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! That feels fucking incredible.’ Laurie didn’t try to go any deeper, but instead continued to massage that area of Frankie’s anal opening and she sucked even. The cop had pulled out of a drug store parking lot behind us a half mile back, and presumably ran our plate. My bodyguard, Bear, had urged me to stay calm, and pull over when he flips his lights on. There was almost no chance that the fucking pigs wouldn’t pull us over. It was 4:30am, and I was a white guy driving a car with a black passenger. To the reasoning of the cops, this meant one thing: a drug buy. Sure enough, the cop had flipped on his red and blues, and I pulled to the curb slowly,. She didn't mind the cooking, cleaning, or doing the laundry. She went around humming as she did these chores.The answering machine had a message on it when she arrived back to the house. It was from a Mrs. Meadows. Nancy recalled her back in high school as her math teacher. Curious, she dialed the number Mr.s Meadows had left."Hello." Mrs. Meadows," Nancy recalled her voice. "This is Nancy Kine." Oh, hello Nancy. Thanks for calling me back." What can I do for you?" Nancy, Mr. French is retiring. The Village Inn was the closest so that is where we went. On the drive over I asked her where she worked and was surprised to find out that she worked for the same company I did only out at one of suburban offices. She didn’t have a car and had taken the bus to get to the seminar.We chatted over lunch and I found out she was single and shared a house with two of her friends. From me she found out that I was single and had a three bedroom house.“Why does a bachelor have a three bedroom.