She leans back and sighs loudly. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to a climax. She moves faster and tells him to suck her harder. With o...e nipple in his mouth and the other getting squeezed by his fingers and her pussy filled with his cock, she begins to climax. Shuddering as she does and her pussy pulsates over his cock. She moves off him and bends over on her hands and knees in front of her. She tells him to fuck her. He moves in behind her and grabs her hips thrusting is cock. It was just some smelly, dirty clothes, and some kind of metal necklace. Artie smiled to himself. That would be great he decided, thinking about how cool it would be to steal something right out of the police station. He'd be the envy of his friends. When he was sure the cop wasn't watching him, he carefully slipped the medallion off the desk, and into his back pocket. He looked around, afraid for a moment that someone else had seen him, but felt relief when no one said anything, or gave any. Over the next day we discussed at length the ramifications if she did follow through and act on her sexual attraction for the man and that I decided to write of the experience from my own point of view as when talking with her I could not seem to keep the words straight in my head, only later did I think of posting it on line.It was with no small disappointment then, on my part at least, that the conversation had largely gone in the direction that I thought it may follow, with her underlining. Dinner had been nice but now that all their friends had gone home and Anton was the last to leave; Emma knew he was waiting for a call so he could go somewhere else but she resented him for ignoring her. "Do you want another drink?" Anton turned around slowly, stretching one long ropey arm over the back of the couch. "No thanks Em." He smiled distractedly and turned back to the muted television. "You can turn the volume on if you want Anton." Emma added a generous splash of whiskey to her now.