"It's called a shield," I said. "Not a badge. Firemen wear badges; cops wear shields." Why do you say that?" Because it's supposed to shield me. From ...hat, I have no idea!" Eileen didn't laugh at my admitedly feeble joke, and I didn't push it. She held the shirt close to her face and lightly traced my silver patrolman's shield with one delicate finger. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that her nostrils were flaring, and I realized she was sniffing my shirt!Deciding to ignore her for the. I’ll never grow tired of it, this time your lips stay locked in mine until we are disrobed. First my dress, then yours with a gentle woosh, I’m not wearing a bra, I moan softly when you trace your thumb around my nipple. In a single motion, I unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, and squeeze that well-formed ass. I snake my arm around your waist and twirl you around. Now you’re on the bed, looking up at me. Each of us wearing only panties, I crawl onto your bed and kiss you. He was now squeezing my waist with his two front legs and using his hind ones to jerk back and forth, forcing something long and hard to grind against my ass. I did not even have to look to see what it was. His dick. I struggled to break free, but my attacker continued to grind his cock against me. It was hard to tell, but I got the feeling the more her grinded, the longer his cock got. I was starting to seriously freak out when I realized something. Oh my god! I gasped as I realized I did not. Jim was also a member of one of the fraternities at the state school. He and I were each other's wing man on many a mission.Our mission was to have carnal knowledge of as many of the young lovelies as possible. We were very good so our targets seldom escaped.Jim and I were at a sorority mixer and having a great time. There was free booze, free snacks, and an abundance of coeds. I was doing a scouting mission to see which of the young ladies was to be the lucky one for this evening.Let me say at.