It rang several more times before he picked it up from its cradle... "Police Department." Chief Morgan... ?" a husky feminine voice questioned."Yes......" Lydia Newell, Chief," the voice throatily informed, though he had already placed it. "Are you busy?" Not when a pretty little girl like you calls me this early in the morning," he answered, feeling debonair as hell with the effects of the bourbon, and his swollen cock throbbing in his pants."Wow, that's some come-on from the law enforcement. I kissed her passionately on her warm, full lips, which then parted, inviting me inside. I accepted the second "come in" invitation of the night and my tongue moved between those full lips to seek her tongue.She began sucking gently on my tongue–an indicator of what else she had in mind for the evening! We hurried off to the bedroom with me removing my clothing along the way. By the time we arrived in her bedroom, we were both completely naked and we raced to her four-poster bed.Anne lay on her. " Oh, I know, but still?"Isabelle paused for a moment as she thought. "It would be day 75 of 1458, three days after their autumn Festival of harvest, a little after 2 PM I think. But really dad. That's not the right way to think about it." I know."Isabelle rested her head against my chest and sighed. I smiled and petted her and kissed her again, this time on the top of her head. After a moment I put my book down and turned off my reading light. I closed my eyes and put my arms around Issie and. Something about that should have bothered Beshok greatly, but his mind seemed to want to focus more on the way Shaelor was grinding her ass back against him, insisting that he fuck her some more.Unable to stop himself, Beshok once again began thrusting into her hot chute, this time racing straight to a blistering speed that filled the glade with the slapping of flesh. Shaelor took the pummeling readily, pushing back to meet his every thrust while never letting up on Berenor. Beshok had to.