Deputy Marshal, you show me yours, and I’ll show you mine,” I hollered back, getting laughter in reply. A hand appeared in the kitchen doorway wit... a badge.“Enter,” I hollered back, holding my ID and badge out where he could see it.“Damn but you’re messy,” he laughed after he looked at the body on the stairs and at my ID. He introduced himself as Lt. Anders.“Look at the bright side. Cleanup and a burial cost a hell of a lot less than a trial and prison,” I shot back.“We cleared the outside, you. As I slowed my fucking I pulled out of her pussy and placed my dick at her hole. With her hole wet with spit and my dick soaked in her juice I lined up and lightly pushed. She instinctively tightened up and I told her to relax a little as I rubbed the small of her back. She eased up and I pushed in not quite getting the head in as she tightened up again so I started a slow in and out motion until my head suddenly popped in with her anus muscle snapping around the head of my dick. I was in. I took a sip of the whiskey and sat back down on the couch. She stayed standing, which gave me a good look at her. "Um, can I ask you something?" "Shoot." "You weren't joking before, were you? About why you came back to the store." Crap. Busted! Now, I could try a song and dance and try to worm my way of telling the truth, but then how would I explain agreeing to give her a ride home or come inside her apartment? Shit. Deep breath. "Nope." I paused. "You looked really attractive tonight and my. As Mabel said, fuck them, let them guess. Thinking of Aunt Mabel allowed a very naughty thought to enter her mind. Had she ever had a cock up her bum, was there a special way you had to behave in such a situation, dare she ask her. Jane had already shown Mabel her tits and cunt, why not risk it and ask. She finished dressing and as she ran down the stairs, she relished the feel of the heavy wool rubbing against her nipples. She couldn’t wait to get to work and tease the engineers. The girls at.