Now she was crying. At least I should let her stay until tomorrow. She could explain. She really loved me. It was only sex. I didn't understand. Blah,...blah, blah.I understood. I understood the entire time, as I took her house and car keys from her (we could argue about the cars in the future, ) and I understood when I took her arm and led her out the front door, threw the trash bags of her clothes out after her, and placed the box of toiletries on the front step. I stood with my arms folded,. She unbuttons her skirt, as it falls to the floor revealing a white lace thong and a garter belt holding up her sheer stockings. She seductively slips her thumbs into the waist band of her panties, then slides one hand down to her crotch. My finger slips easily into my love hole, a place only my hand of my husband have ever been. I feel the warm dampness, the heat of my yearning. My finger slides in slowly, my thumb resting on my clitoris as it hardens and appears from its little cover. My hand. She screamed out and started grinding against my fingers, so I added a third and kept fingerfucking her and sucking her clit. Moments after adding a third finger she gasped and her pussy juice exploded onto my chin. I immediately started lapping up her pussy and swallowing every drop that went into my mouth. Suddenly a pain ripped through my body, and I realized Asher must have got impatient not getting any pleasure, and yanked my body backwards, impaling my asshole onto his big fat cock. I. Seeing they’re all licensed to carry and use full automatic military weapons the Sergeant asks, “Just who are you people?”Kyle grins when he replies, “Sorry, Sergeant, you’re not authorized to know. But I will say, before I started college I was in the Eighty-second Airborne.”The other police officer looks over and squints, a moment later he asks, “Sergeant Alexander?”Kyle turns to give him a closer look, “Yes, Corporal Watson. How are you doing now? Is your thigh any better?”“A bit, I get.