The police car pulled up behind mine. A gigantic black man in uniform stepped out and approached me, still seated at my car."Driver's license and regi...tration please, Madam."He had a deep voice; he really scared me a little bit. I fumbled around in the glove compartment but couldn't find the registration. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him."You have to get out of the car, Madam." He ordered me very politely.I followed him back to his vehicle. I stood there near the hood of the police car. I switched back and forth, letting her feel my tongue and lips on both breasts through her orgasm. When she’d calmed down some, I started moving lower, kissing her stomach lovingly where she’d just started to show a little. I stroked her soft skin and looked up at her as I swirled my tongue around her navel, making her squirm.I moved my hands to the zipper of her jeans, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper with my teeth while I gazed up at her. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked. With the exception of the two of us catching our breath, there was silence. We lay there, sweaty, satisfied, and the aroma of lilac surrounded us. “That was nice,” Sarah finally said, getting up off me and the bed and walking out of the room. I lay there, my limp cock leaning on its side, waiting for Sarah to return. “I’m going shopping.” were her first words to me as she re-entered the room. “You should go and get yourself cleaned up.” I grabbed my clothes and went upstairs, took a shower, and. Maybe I should wait until I at least get to know the guy. But I couldn't wait. Two days were bad enough. I couldn't wait an entire week. Even if he turned around and walked out on me, it was worth it I might be able to rescue the situation by telling him that I didn't realize what I was wearing. It was just some old thing I liked to wear around the house. Luckily, the weather was cooperating and it was a hot and humid day. Considering the temperature, it would not be unusual for a woman to wear.