She was crying. And then they were there, the men in blue.I dropped the gun and raised my hands. We, me and my woman, were separated by the cops, read...our rights, and briefly questioned on the spot. They cuffed me, but not her; I breathed a sigh of relief.Lea was released, and told she might want to hire a lawyer. I was jailed and told I would be seeing a judge to be arraigned on the morrow. Oh, and the charge: the killing of two unarmed men with my own registered gun, bad news. I hadn’t even. She had very nice tits, which she described as hand made and I described as forty four magnums. Broad shouldered and strong from factory work with a reasonable waist and broad hips. Irene liked her food so she was what I would call comely or nicely padded. Sliding a hand down her knickers you discovered she had a very large mound before you slid into a very nice fleshy cunt. Thick flaps lead to a large slippery hole with a sensitive clit which enjoyed being eaten. Tending to be a little hairy. "You're still a c***d" she said as she held me in her arms "When the right time comes i will allow you" she said . She then looked down at my stiff dick and said "We better get rid of that before your mother arrives, Don't worry i know what i'm doing, I do this with my husband all the time ". Having said that she went down on her knees and placed her fingers on my dick and began sliding her fingers along my dick while placing her lips on my tip. I was so inexperienced that within seconds my. The worst place for me. The only place for me.Such a fucking cliche.Heels from the right raced toward me, clacking over the static of rain. I glanced up, hugged myself tighter and backed against the wall as a figure under a black umbrella hurried closer. Hazes of amber streetlights and red-lettered signs shone onto her white tank, denim shorts, and gleaming legs. When she got under the roof, the umbrella tipped sideways.Long, oily blonde hair with dark roots. Smoky brown eyes and a smile.