I just handed her the next package. She ran upstairs and slid the camisole of and slipped into the police uniform. On the wrapping paper I left her a ...trict note not to wear anything else with it. She came downstairs again my dick harder than it’s ever been, hadn’t gone unmissed by my sister. She blew her whistle and said in the most seductive voice “I see you have my trungeon”“Officer I have no idea what you are talking about.”With this she straddled my lap and grabbed my bulge now quite. A couple of times she looked over at me and seemed to be trying to check out what she was seeing. My cock! Yet she continued doing her chores! When she checked the water for chemical balance she knelt down almost in front of me. She had on a pair of silky looking and really short shorts and from what I could see it didn’t look like she had on any panties. I could swear I could see a very pronounced “camel toe”. She dipped her hand into the water to get a sample then checked it. Turning to me. I couldn't not speak to her then."Anna Marie Clemton," she said as I approached."David St. John."She looked at me so sweetly I thought for sure I was imagining it. My vacation was full of such imaginings. I had imagined that I could drink more than four beers without getting drunk, for instance. Something I'd never once accomplished in my life. I imagined that a stolen credit card was no big deal. The credit companies require a signature. I imagined that my girlfriend was only "talking" with my. Susan stands there dressed as we had agreed in a T-shirt and her brushed cotton pajama bottoms and socks. Many would, I am sure, expect her to be in sexy lingerie or otherwise seductively dressed, but we had all agreed that familiar comfort was the attire to start the day. Susan’s eyes have a mischievous twinkle as she pulls me in for a very intimate hug and an all too brief kiss, with a teasing swipe of tongue, after the door has closed behind us.“Go get changed back there,” she said pointing.