Your breathing deepening as you savor my fingers on your wet sex and my other hand caressing your firm breast again. Toying with your hard nipples. Fe...ling my fingers slipping further between your firm thighs, my hand lifting your leg high as you feel me moving around until I am kneeling between your wide spread thighs. My hands warm on your inner thighs as I gently massage my way closer and closer to your heated sex. Moaning as you feel my thumbs spreading your pussy lips open. The air feeling. I can't live without it anymore. How will I live over there? They won't let me have it." But I need it too, baby," Renee soothed. "I wouldn't do anything that would stop me from getting it too, would I now?" No. I guess not." Fran's cool fingers caught at the carmine nubbin of Renee's nipple and teased it into reaching for new heights. Renee giggled."Stop that," she said. "It tickles." Good!" Fran did it again. And then while Renee was still squirming, bent over a little farther and kissed her. ]She said, "I know it's late but may I come in."I forgot about my state of clothing and said, "Of course. Come in." Then, I realized that I was under-dressed for the occasion. "Let me get some pants on."She grinned. "Don't bother. I won't hurt you."The room had a chair and a bed. She sat on the bed. I sat on the chair still uncomfortable with our comparative states of dress. She looked at me and grinned some more.She said, "Would you be more comfortable if I took my clothes off?" Uh. No. I. It was soon handled. Wendy, decently dressed, picked up the phone and explained. If explained is the correct word. Another 911 dispatcher might not have been so understanding ... but this one was a girl and understood compromising situations ... having been in a few herself.She called off the law at the same time the committee reached the conclusion that ... it was the men in blue after all ... and they should be able to respond to difficult situations that may occur within the sacred grounds.