’ he answered averting her eyes. ‘I’m … on my own.’ he continued. ‘Oh … I see.’ She seemed to take a breath and then began again. ‘W...at type of a home are you looking for?’ ‘Nothing fancy. Not a bachelor pad and not a townhouse. I kind of like my privacy. A bungalow, I guess. Maybe with a basement and preferable with a garage.’ The woman was rapidly making notes as he talked and looking up at him on occasion. She stopped for a moment. His eyes … there was a sad look about them. A wedding ring. He realized it was little more than a swamp. There was incessant chatter from wild birds and geese in and around the pond, and as he approached the shoreline, he heard the sound of other animals -- frogs, presumably -- splashing into the water.From the water's edge, Phelps looked in the direction Emma had gone and caught a glimpse of her, over the water. She was stationed, camera ready, in a cleared area near the shoreline. She was still a significant distance from his own position. The. Her hands wrapped around my back, her claws trying to find purchase as she pressed herself even more, her hips beginning to shake with my movements. She always was a bit easy to please, and this would be the first of many orgasms. As I worked those two fingers, my thumb began to caress her clit, and that was all she could stand before she went over the edge. Her nails dug into my back even more as her body shook from both the orgasm and the effort it took to stay silent. I had to commend her.. ”Nicole grinned. “And I thought you liked it here.”“I would if I was alone. When I’m with someone else, I aim to make them happy.”The blond grabbed her purse. “I’m ready to go. As much as I’ve enjoyed our talk, I’d rather concentrate on you. We keep talking shop because we’re surrounded by cops.”Em laughed, laying down a few bills to cover the tip. “Where you’re going, you’ll still be talking to another cop.”They both stood and slung on their coats. “At least you’re better looking than most.