It wastoo low, and too far back. The steering wheel wastoo high, and all the mirrors were off. I had to spenda couple of minutes getting everything ri...ht, and thewhole time, I'm wondering who broke into mylocked car and messed everything up.Then, I pulled my seat belt across my chest andbuckled myself in, but the belt seemed tight anduncomfortable. And no matter how much I fiddledwith the belt adjustments, it kept pressing into mychest, and rubbing my shirt against my skin.The funny thing was. My eyes were clenched tight as I moaned loudly. My body spasmed and quaked uncontrollably and I felt my pussy juice, covering Caitlin's hand and the bed beneath me.Caitlin pulled her soaking wet hand from my pussy and let me come down. Then she rose onto her knees, unsnapped her bra and straddled my face, slowly lowering her pussy to my mouth. I saw the slick wet folds of Caitlin's pussy and my heart skipped a beat. As Caitlin spread her legs, her lips parted like a flower. Her pinkness was. Blairresponded with a kiss on Big Al's cheek and a hand on the big girl'sjeans."Maggie! Dad! Alicia and Blair are acting like lesbos again! Can'tyou get them to behave themselves in public," Kirk said loudly enoughto be heard at the next table.Laird responded: "Kirk, hush. Don't raise your voice in a poshrestaurant. As for you girls, a bit of decorum please." Please let me continue - without interruptions," Maggie interjected:As I was saying, Blair has a weight problem that makes it. Refusing to take her boots back off she had managed to zip them up while holding her breath. She had then thrown on her shoulder holster with her 9mm Glock sidearm covered by a black leather jacket. The whistles she received from two drunks sitting in the reception room of the station confirmed her opinion that she probably looked liked a butch streetwalker.The officer on radio watch buzzed the door open for her and waved. She swung down the hall and approached Captain Saddler."Hi Pat" the.