The thick fingers slid into theelastic of the panties and up along her wet slit. "Mmmmm", saidthe cop. Kelly was shocked. She couldn't believe this wa...happening. When the policeman's hands slipped into the front ofher mother's shirt to pinch her already hard nipples she leapt atthe cop, jumping on his back. The tough Georgia cop was much stronger than either of thewoman and in another moment, Kelly found herself handcuffed justlike her mother. "Well, well" said the cop, "Time for yoursearch. In this case, though, there simply wouldn't have been any point. Not only would that approach not work, but, I quickly realised, neither would any of the others. It seemed that on day one of job one, I'd discovered the fatal flaw. Oh, bugger, I thought.Actually, the problem was not entirely unexpected, just vastly more apparent than I could have imagined in my most cynical moments. I was used to working with charities and there are a lot of reasons why people choose to work in that field – some. Phyllis understood that Grant could be very dominate sometimes and was sure that it was no use to argue with him as she pushed her back into the chair. Grant then took himself a chair that was on the patio and moved it closer to the action.Phyllis felt so ashamed of herself and was numb with shock, she could not lift her head but listened to every word that Grant spoke, her body on fire and her pulse raced like she had been re-wired to respond to the sound of his voice. Phyllis was so. I thought that to be a good time to do some boob grabbing. I walked to her room, she was asleep. “Aunty,” I called out a little louder than normal. She made no sign of being awake. I tore a page from a magazine to test if she was in a deep sleep or not. She didn’t move. I threw that paper on her; it landed right behind her ears. She didn’t move. I got close to her. I knelled down and I snick my hands under the quilt. I felt her body, oh what bliss. I felt the embroideries of her kurta. She.