Another one of a mom’s jobs, is keeping your head from getting too big.”“You’re doing excellent work then,” I groused.“Why thank you,” s...e said with a smile, ignoring my tone. “Now, if you’re done with your snit, I have some news.”I let out a huff of air. I knew she would only do what was best for me. I also knew I could trust her to make the right decision.“I’m done being a brat. Go ahead with your news.”“We passed our animal trials,” she said.“Really? I thought it was going to take. " Shepurred into Bobbie Sue's ear. (Bobbie Sue had been taught to respect the law by her parents, so she figuredshe had to let them do their job, even though it was embarrassing to be friskedin public. Then she figured they would let her be on her way. She also knewshe didn't have anything to hide.) The young policewoman began rubbing her gloved hands softly down her nakedback, sending shivers down Bobbie Sue's spine. The hands traveled across theback of her shorts, down one leg and back up the. "Slide your hands underneath my blouse, Stoney." She had a cotton blouse underneath my wool sweater and I slid my hands up inside, her flesh warm to my touch, her skin smooth, taut. Surprise! No bra. She squealed and then slumped back into my arms. "If I didn't suspect otherwise, I'd think that those were made just for you to touch." She paused. "And that thing you did last night with your mouth." I wasn't too rough?" Heavens, no," she sighed. "It was wonderful. Did you like them? Ever since. Cause that’s what Sloane was slowly beginning to realize…she had made a horrible, horrible mistake. A mistake. That’s exactly what sleeping with Sloane had been. Incredibly hot, but a mistake. He was more sated then he had been in a long time, but again…a mistake. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sleep with her, hell no, he wanted to. Her taste. Her scent. Her smooth skin. Her eyes…how they could go from bright and full of laughter to dark and heavy with lust in a fraction of a second. And that.