Once again, the Policeman sent Sniffer to search the aisles.The Lab sniffed about, sat down beside a man for a few seconds, returned to its seat, and ...his time he placed two paws on the agent’s arm.The Policeman said, ‘That man is carrying cocaine, so again, I’m making a note of his seat number for the police.’‘I like it!’ said his seat mate.The Policeman then told Sniffer to ‘search’ again.Sniffer walked up and down the aisles for a little while, sat down for a moment, and then came racing. So he changed positions oncemore. He pushed Lucy's legs onto her chest and began drilling his manhood inher harder and faster then she ever dreamed it could be like. And as hethought he wasn't long before he was blowing his load into the love glove onhis rod.After he had finished fucking Lucy's pussy he pulled out and laid down onthe bed next to her and they both soon had drifted of to sleep. They sleptfor about two hours, when she woke she looked at the clock next to the bedand saw it said. We snuck into my room and I had her sit on my bed. I laid out some sheets on the floor and gave her one of my pillows. My bed wasn't the biggest in the world and I didn't want to come across as some kind of creep-- so I told her she could sleep on the floor and if she needed anything to wake me up.I went to the bathroom and changed into pj's a t-shirt. I came back to my room, turned out the lights, and climbed into bed. But I couldn't fall asleep.I could hear her breathing and couldn't help but. I dumped the load on the dining room table and started sorting through it. Bill, bill, junk, junk, … not for me, not for me, … bill, not for me. Does the mailman use a white cane or a seeing eye dog? By the time I finished, the ‘not for me’ pile was almost as big as my pile. Mine mostly junk mail. They all had yellow change of address stickers on them. Sheila Johnson? What a screw up someone made. I looked closer. They have my apartment number on the label. Damn. Out of the shower, still drying.