I was breathing deeper by now. And her hands felt great kneading and rubbing my cheeks, her hands went lower, Right to the base of my ass just to the ...pot that my balls started then down my legs. Though I did not have a hard-on, it felt nice.Holding the towel, she said, “Turn over and I’ll start on the front.” I rolled over as she held the towel in place. Lying on my back could look up and down and she on hers. I noticed that her blouse was open more than it was when she started. Her tight bra. I wish it had been my ass he was slapping before driving it deep into me, My sexy hard policeman assured me he was more than ready to fuck the hell out of me in the morning. His jerking hand picked up pace and speed as he told me just what he was going to do to me in the morning. The images made his cock harder and sticky pre cum from the slit in the cock head added to the wetness. That massive cock head was getting ready to shoot a hot load of cum all over his chest and stomach. No matter how. Samuels would do anything he asked him to do; the bastard had no choice but to do it or risk exposure and a probable jail sentence. Ralph had recently sold Morriston's postmaster an almost new Cadillac, and consequently was on pretty good terms with the man; all it would take would be a few well-chosen words, and it would be all over for the clerk. The postmaster would be inclined to believe a man of Ralph Taylor's stature and respectability over a simple rank-and-file postal clerk, that was. I Smiled up at her. “That’s better. Now you get some rest, your mom is going to be home in a few hours and you will need your rest tomorrow. Good night Lisa, and good dreams.” Gwen began to shift herself to get up, and I held her right hand. It was moist. I looked up at her, my face well lit by the hall light, and said, “Show me how to do what you were doing…please.” Gwen paused. She looked at me and leaned in and kissed my forehead. Then, she sat up and said, “I really can’t do that honey. I.