Help goes around back.’ With those words, my blood pressure went from its normal 115 over 70 to probably 300 over 200. Help? Was she fucking kidding...us? Here we are, 2 police officers in full costume, guns, badges, the whole bit, here at their request, and we were HELP? Not going to happen. I replied quite nicely, ‘Okay ma’am, when you locate your husband, have him call us, we’ll come back.’ And with that, I turned around, said ‘Come on Milt, we’re out of here’ and headed down the side walk. I. ..He then asked me if i wanked... I eventually admitted that i did!He asked me my technique, i was too embarrased to say! After a while he admitted that all the sex talk was making him horny, and he beckoned towards the twitiching bulge in his pants...even through his pants i could tell he had a thick cock, that looked extremely hard! I could actually see it pulsing, and almost make out the thick veins! He said "bugger this"- " you can get out of the car if you want to, but i need to crack one. This would be the first time that I deliberately undertook a rescue from the get-go. I got together with the team to go over what they had been able to determine. We were working on 22 instances of missing girls. While I would be duplicating the team's efforts I was determined to investigate every possible avenue. I personally interviewed each team member to discuss what they had done. I went even further to ask them if they would have done anything different if they had had virtually unlimited. I wouldn’t let him go, I clung to him, letting myself fall into what we once almost had. He pressed his lips to my neck, taking small nibbles as he breathed heavily in my ear. His lips trailed up to my mouth and he kissed me long and hard. His tongue forcing my lips open, making wetness drip down my leg. I was wearing a skirt for a reason, I hoped this was going to happen. We walked over to a tree next to the river. He pinned himself to me thrusting his hips against mine. His pants.