‘Anne, I… I don’t know what to say.’ Stan told her quietly. ‘Shh. This is for you. Less talking, more fucking!’ A third time they connecte... through their eyes, as deeply as Stan was now inside Anne physically. Supporting himself on his arms, he withdrew, then thrust, slowly building up the pace and power. Anne lifted towards him slightly, and Stan felt himself go even deeper on his next strokes. He realized he was going to come, again, and soon, and marvelled. Anne drew him on, she needed to. " Willy handed the cellular phone to the blonde policewoman." Its Deputy-Chief John Smits. He would like a word with you."Hanna Fields took the offered phone and spoke. "Hello this is Officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but... but I have followed the correct procedure in this case. I clocked the vehicle at seventy-six miles per hour. Yes sir, Chief. I understand. Thank you sir." She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy."You are free to go officer Smits. My apologies for detaining. I said look I can put it back in for you its just a case of sliding it back in. She huffed and spread her legs. I can’t see auntie I complained. Look, you see below aunties love button there’s a hole that’s where ladies pee out of. The big wide one is where men stick their cocks and knock mums up. I spread the now bald lips of her cunt and surveyed the pink expanse of lips clitoris and her fuck hole. As I explored it with my fingers a clear trickle of mucous left her cunt and dripped. ’ I stowed her bags in the back of my truck and made room for her in the passenger seat. I held the door open for her as she seated herself and relaxed for the first time in hours. Sitting in the driver’s seat next to her I started the engine and proceeded down the road…leaving her car in the distance. We elaborated on our introductions and, after some initial awkwardness, our conversation became comfortable, light-hearted and intriguing. Not only was she attractive but she was also very.