I don't want to get into trouble." Then get into the car. Because if you don't Savannah, I'm going to call my husband, Officer Reese, and ask him how ...o deal with someone who is drunk in public."I tried helping her to the passenger door, but she seemed to have a good handle on walking now, almost as if the sight of her health teacher brought the eighteen-year-old girl back to reality. She got into the passenger seat and slammed the door."Where do you live?" I asked."Look... Miss R... please I. “How did you get my number again?” she asked.“My friend Steve gave me your number,” Kenny picked a name carefully; “he speaks very highly of you.”“Well… I date a lot of Steve, but… whatever, thank him for me.” Ravon said.“I sure will.”“Come, sit down.” She said.They sat down on her couch. “Did Steve tell you about my charge?” She asked.“No, but he said you’re no cutthroat.” Kenny was getting a little worried. She’s only a whore and I only want a fuck, he thought, why so many questions?“Ha ha. She then sat herself down on the small ledge inside the shower, rubbing her pussy much faster now, she rubbed her clit like crazy. She spread her legs wide and began to moan quietly, breathing heavily. Her body started to move with her stroking action, soon after she had made herself soaking wet, she started fingering herself. In a very fast motion, going as deep as she possibly could, she went harder. As she pushed in she would hold her fingers there, twisting them and moaning loud in. And one time while we were on the train i struck up a casual conversation with her husband while all the while staring at her like meat. Eventually one morning I slipped my business card into her purse on the train and she looked at me and shook her head in disappointment .She was not happy about that.There were times however when she would arrive on a train or 2 ahead of her husband on the evening commute and wait for him in their car at the commuter parking lot where I parked my car also.On.