Apparently she was a pretty damn good cop. Lots of photos of her in uniform. Lots of her with family, too. A pretty big one. They looked nice. Happy. ... wondered what it must be like to grow up like that and then I had to stop thinking about it. “Who’s this?” I asked, pointing to a picture of her with another woman. They looked like friends. Probably best friends. What surprised me was how my question made her blush. “My ex-partner.” “Oh. She doesn’t look like a cop.” “Not that kind of partner,. Now, I felt like I was really on the hookto let him fuck me.Mir and I came up with a plan. I'd agree to let him fuck my ass, but hehas to agree that we'd only do it doggie style, and he would never get tosee my "coochie". He agreed.So, one afternoon, after giving him an excellent blow job, and we rolledaround on the bed (me naked to the waist as usual), and with Mir filming,I got him hard and lubricated. I bent over the bed, my skirt covering mybutt, my panties in place. When he was close. His lips were on my lips. He kissed me very passionately. I did not object. I let sir do whatever he like. Then he slowly removed my skirt. I wanted to stop him but some unknown force stopped me to do that. He also removed buttons of my top and slowly removed that. During this act he was continuously kissing my lips. Now i was only in bra and panty. He slowly moved his right hand towards my organ. He touched my penis with his fingers. I was in seventh heaven at that time. It was my first. He gave me his address, which turned out to be much closer to me than I had expected, about 5 minutes away from me. He asked me to show up around 7 PM and to come in through the garage. I said I would see him then, then he logged off.It was only 4 PM, so I had a few hours. I stayed online to stay horny and to keep from getting in my own head about meeting Dennis. I always get so nervous about meeting, most times ending in me finding an excuse to not go ahead with it and feeling like an asshole.