Cops have hated cars with no fenders ever since the golden days of hot rods in the '50s.He was a big guy, this motorcycle cop, tall and broad shoulder...d — a Green Bay Packers linebacker in a black leather uniform — and he walked up to my car with a proud strut. He leaned down to the window of my little Deuce coupe and demanded my license and regis­tration. As I fished the license out of my wallet, I started in with the humility routine: "Officer, I'm really, really sorry!?"And that was the. Then moans as my lips land upon her neck, suckling and kissing her skin. From there I leave a trail of saliva down her chest, between those succulent breasts, watching them quiver in anticipation. Yet, I continue down....over her tight tummy, pausing to tickle her bellybutton with the tip of my tongue.Down further i go.....kissing my way to the crest of her venus mons....the burning heat of her still hungering pussy on my neck....There I stop, quickly sitting up, and running my hands down those. And a bigger surprise than that was to see a woman, who must have been in her mid-thirties (at least!) sitting on the chair that used to be his dad’s. That was, of course, before he ran off with his secretary, whom Chris still hated as a blousy bitch, although she was actually quite petite and rather pretty. “This is Pam,” announced Chris’ mum with a broad smile. “She’s staying here for a while.” “Pleased to meet you, Chris,” said Pam, extending a firm hand to shake his rather limp one. “Your. I trust this day finds you all hearty and whole." Bowing from the waist, Elnore communicated to Miklit, "Greetings, Traveler. We return your companion to you complete and hale."At this point Miklit and Pilot went into a dance of reunion that looked like two blood hounds wheezing in each others faces while doing an intricate, formalized square dance. The one thing that kept the other witnesses from laughter at this event, was the overwhelming joy these beings were radiating to all in.