With the café lighting, the shadows were perfect, accenting that tender curve, and that skin, that golden creamy skin. I think what really stirred me...was the three mole cluster that graced her left collarbone. I wondered to myself where else she had moles. As she waited for her drink, she turned to lean against the counter and I finally got to see that face of hers. All this time she’d been looking away, or her hair, that luxurious mass, had been hiding her. But when I saw her, I knew the wait. Suddenly the need to suck his cock was over whelming. I needed to feel his cock in my mouth. I really want to suck your cock Jim. Please let me suck it I started to plead into his ear. I felt his cock stirring with anticipation against my cunt. He pulled back from my tits and smiled smugly to at me before pushing my down in between his legs and unbuttoning his pants. I pulled his pants and boxers down swiftly, letting his cock fling out. I was right. He was huge. I licked my lips while i stared. . slyly groping beneath my panties or lifting my skirt as I took orders, patting my ass, even snapping my bra and once even honking (yes, honking) my breast.Now, my tolerance for obnoxiousness is pretty high. I won't begrudge a man a copped feel or a slap on the ass, and I suppose a snapped bra, however annoying and needless it may be, isn't that big a deal. Some guys just don't know when to quit, though, and these were those guys. As time wound down, strippers were actively avoiding the table,. "Why'd you let her go Sarge?" asked the young patrolman. He had only been on the job for about six months, after mustering out of the Army military police at twenty-eight."Bobby, who said we were going to let that little cunt go?" the beefy Sergeant answered with a smile on his face."I've seen her around town for years and know that she sometimes meets other women at Luigi's. We'll check back in about an hour or so, after they've had a few cocktails. A DUI arrest is easier to make than a.