..” she said seductively, her face mere inches from his crotch, her hands on his thighs. I could see a large bulge forming in the cops pants. It was...working but I didn’t like it. I grabbed Sarah by her shoulders, trying to lift her off her knees, “get in the car!” I yelled. “Hey let go off her” the cop interjected. “Me and this slut were bargaining here.” “T-t-thats my girlfriend” I stammered. The cop grabbed me and expressed how he does not give a fuck with a firm slap to my face and handcuffs. He reduced the speed but only down to 2 pumps a seconds Jez bucking and grunting in a continuous fast fuck."Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"Her head flung back as the chair reclined more and she saw the geek his pants off his white curved cock erect. He straddled her chest thrusting the thing between her tits. The head was circumcised pink and sore looking the pale skin warty and unwashed. He was astride the stunning black woman's chest his cock in the sweaty valley of her two vibrating melons.. Make it sort of a 'Perils of Pauline' type of series. We could make the last 5 minutes or so of each episode as a lead in to the following week. If we work it right, just a little bit of editing and splicing would set it up for later syndication so that it would make no difference to the order of the episodes."This was hailed as a stroke of genius! Another writer offered, "Maybe we could throw in a time machine so the heroine would jump back and forth in time. I vaguely remember that there was. Wehit the road for the long journey home. Passing by the sign of ViennaCity limits I felt sad and relieved at the same. It was an excitingchapter I had no idea how I would master it. But I'm happy with theoutcome. Super Happy.I was glad when we arrived home. It felt good to have my place at homeagain. Life seemed to be in order. Almost. There is still the GRSpart, part, for now, I just want to arrive, get unpacked, and relax abit. Moving is exhausting. But I made it. A little over three years.