"Tsk, tsk," went the voice still hidden behind the light as the hand began to stroke gently at his dangling meat. "I haven't read you your rights, so ... want you to be very, very silent."Not that it'll matter having caught you rosy palmed," the hand gave his renewing stiffness a squeeze, "so to speak."The light went off with a sharp metallic click. The hand left his dick a moment later. For a moment, Moe stood in the dark, unable to see. His vision only slowly returned as his abused eyes. Jean’s shower was barren except for a large block of soap and an usually empty shampoo bottle. Jean was frequently mistaken for a lesbian, something we both joked about. Jean would re-arrange price tags at stores when no one else was looking. Jean had this lovely peach-fuzz around her slit, which would massage my face while I went down on her. Jean watched Jeopardy every day she could and yelled the answers at the TV. Jean was a straight-A college dropout. You see my dilemma? I want to capture. She started panting and spread her legs wide apart.She held my head as I lifted her skirt up. I just had to feel her warm legs up and down. She pushed her bush gently to my lips. I had never eat’in a girls pussy before. She guided my tongue to right where she wanted it. I licked thru her bush and up her wet slit. When I got to this little bump, she held my head tight and twitched a little. I guess she liked when I did that as she moaned. I kept licking all around, and then back to the bump. She. I suspected she had some sort of thoughts about my guide dog Sampson because the naughty thing was constantly nosing her pussy and her ass as she worked on me and I sensed that the sexy sounding and sexy smelling divorced lady was onboard for a little doggy digging up high under her skirt. I could hear it and smell it rather than saw it but the gift of imagination had me so wet between my legs I felt like I just got out of a shower.After she did my pussy, the exciting female lifted my feet to.