As always I thank you for your votes and support of my stories!! * Chapter 1 The tall man stood under a street light watching the house at #4 Private ...rive. It was the house of Herman and Pansy Bumsley and their young son, Doody. The man watched the house impatiently. He knew after the horrific events of the night before, and the ensuing deaths of his friends, Big and Succa Pecker, that it was important to get their child, Hairy, to a safe place. The man, Palmus Doubledong, grimaced at the. Maybe I was the only woman hed ever kissed besides his wife. Maybe his wife wouldnt blow him or even have boring vanilla sex with him&hellip,I brought my mind abruptly back to the present&hellip, You wanted this, whore, you leave your door unlocked and sleep in only panties? Youre begging to be raped. He reached between us and pulled my panties down enough for him to rub his cock between my labia, which were quite slick already from my arousal. He groaned and closed his eyes So fucking wet. Officer Taylor sighed and said, "You should probably frisk me." I ran my hands around her hips and grabbed tightly onto her hip bones. She moaned, and then I moved my hands back around to inspect her ass. I squeezed her ass cheeks, and then slipped my hands between her thighs. I tickled the insides of her thighs with my fingertips. She moaned again, and then pushed her legs apart. She followed my guidance, and spread her legs apart. I began to massage her thighs, and then cupped her pussy from. Not to mention the fact that Phoebe’s working hours are afternoons until midnight or later. The sacrifices each are making to have actual time together are becoming cumbersome. They are together a lot, but not as a time to really be together.This Saturday, after both being at the bar until closing time last night, Les convinces Phoebe to sleep in. Well, not precisely sleep, but it is keeping her occupied and her mind off the bar for a few hours.Phoebe wakes to feel a movement under the.