“Oh, do you get pulled over often?” she said back, sounding just a tad judgmental. “No, it’s just that I’ve said those same words myself so...many times.” There, I put it out there: "Fellow LEO, no need to be worried. It’s okay to dial it down.” It didn’t work. “Oh, so what, you think that you can just haul-ass through my town because you’re a cop, too?” was her angry reply. “Her town”? It suddenly dawned on me that even though I was out on the interstate, I had been pulled over by a city cop,. ‘Well Lorraine, I appreciate that it was a totally time and women then had a difficult time especially if they were single and like you in their early sixties. They were, I suppose conditioned to repress any sexual desires. But what I found really interesting was the fact that virtually every woman in the story, were outrageous flirts even mildly by the mores of the day. So, they must have wanted to have a relationship.‘Yes, you’re absolutely right, but it was frowned upon then for any woman –. Fred was getting close to coming he grabbed a handful of my hair held his cock and balls making me take him all the way down my throat. My nose was firmly planted against him as he exploded shooting down my throat holding onto my nipples and pulling. I drained Fred’s cock as Bret fingered me to a massive orgasm. Bret pulled me up cupping my breasts and pressing his large cock against my ass exposing me to my husband. Both of the guys were more aggressive more exciting and nastier with my. I looked at him with his cock all hard and sticking out. He saw me and took my hand again and put it on his cock and said hold it for me – I love it when I can feel your hand on it – its like when I have my finger inside you – you like the feel of that don’t you. I said no – its wrong. He said but you still like the feeling of it in there don’t you. I have to admit I did and I didn’t say anything. Look I wont fuck you but we can play with each other there is no harm in that.I knew what fucking.