Hum kis karte hue unke bedroom me gaye sari utar chuki thi or wo sirf blouse or peticoat me thi. Meri t shirt utarni chaluki unhone or mujhse apne blo...se k button kholna ka ishara kiya.Main unke boobs dabate hue unke blouse k button khole or turant he peticoat ka nada bhi khech diya. Black bra or black panty me wo jabardast lag rahi thi. Unka badan ek dum gora tha. Maine apna muh unke chucho k beech me lekar kis karne laga or bra k upar se nipples ko katne laga. Unhone apna ek hath mere lund. She demandedthat I keep it in the closet. I did and was content for a while. Itbegan to creep into my thoughts, my desire to dress - before I startedagain, I told Amber that I would need to go out some nights to relievethis compulsion that I felt coming on again. She was not happy, but shetried to understand. So about every 4-6 months I would go for a driveto return home several hours later. I didn't know what was to come; ifI did I would not have married her.A year into the marriage, her. I looked at the clock and almost fainted. It was 1:45 am. We had been fucking for almost 4 hours and Ron would be home soon.I quickly checked around the house for any loose items of clothes. I went into the bedroom to straighten out the bed before I retired to my daughters bed. My heart sank. There, in the middle of the bedspread , was a large and very wet spot. I got a towel and tried to dry it up as much as I could before I went to bed.I heard Ron come in about ten minutes later. I heard him. " Roger said pointing the badge as if it was a holy embodiment of power."That badge only claims that you're a cop. There are rules and regulations to follow in order to be a cop." Adam said."You don't say. If you keep thinking like that then you will never have any fun with your life." Roger proclaimed."If you keep that attitude about your job then you won't keep it long. It's cops like you who give the media a reason to give us a bad name," Adam responded knowing he set off a nerve." Adam.