"And look at you. What a dirty slut." "I am not a slut," she said firmly. "Oh yes you are, " I replied. "And you like it, don't you?" She didn't say a...word, just silence. "You like this don't you, Carol?" I asked. Again she didn't say a word, just silence. I reached around and moved my hand underneath her blouse. I then made my way to her bra and pushed it up over her tits. I started making slow circles around her nipple that matched the circles that I was making on her clit. Her ass started. Louis Police Department. He was a retired Marine Gunnery Sergeant with 20 years of service. After retiring he joined a National Guard unit, just to keep his hand in he said, and shortly was deployed to Iraq. Tully lost his right leg below the knee while serving with his Guard unit. The prosthetic leg he wore didn’t hinder him from running the Department’s main shooting range. Tully had helped Rollie find and apprehend a rapist, most recently he had assisted Rollie in returning a kidnapped girl. It seemed a little weird at the time - there were probably 6 other empty places with no one adjacent that he could have taken - but I didn't think anything of it, until he started speaking."Fucking Rangers," he said a little too loudly into my ear.I hadn't really taken a look when he came in, so now I finally looked over and took stock of him. He was taller then me, probably 6-1, and it was clear from the first glance that he worked out. He didn't bulge through the Thomas Pink shirt in some. Their mutual loud moan faded into the each other’s captured mouths. They tongue tagged with the sweetness of the moment. Mr. Walden moved his hands to grip Brandi’s ass cheeks and guided the cycles. She in turn aligned her nipples with his and crushed her boobs between them. The up and down rhythms rolled her tits about his chest as his engorged cockhead excited the full length of her tight spongy tube. The deep tingling in their genital nerves felt like a mild electric buzz. With eyes squeezed.