"Forty five minutes" She exclaimed. She hung up the phone and looked at me and said" They said it is going to take 45 minutes to fix this damn thing, ...hat in the hell are we going to do in this sardine can for 45 minutes" she asked. I smiled, in my mind I thought "A few things". We introduced ourselves, a first name basis of course. Her name was Tracy. She told me about her morning. The kids, the dog that dropped his Jackson's, the cab driver taking his time, they gym' s stair master's obvious. She showed no response and I was suddenly struck by a horrible thought, I had killed her! Holy shit, I actually fucked her to death! Then my rational mind clamped down, and took over. I knew she wasnt dead, I could see her impressive chest rising and falling, and that took a load off my mind, but what about the cop? The cop had by this time gotten out of his cruiser and had trained the door light on us, as he approached, I could sense his smugness, his self satisfaction that he had busted the. After you have sucked on my breast for awhile you stop and tell me to sit on the edge of your desk and I do as I’m told. As I do this you pull open a desk drawer on each side of your desk and tell me to put the heel of a foot on each drawer which spread my legs wide and opens my pussy. You slide your chair forward giving you very easy access to my pussy and you start to lick my pussy up to my clit and then take my clit into your mouth sucking and nipping lightly causing me to moan and my. ‘Well now, my eyes are not that clairvoyant. I couldn’t tell if he was wearing glasses.’ He let out a sigh. He was spotted at the camp just yesterday, and already he had an admirer…or a stalker. He couldn’t figure out which. Her voice sounded very soft and laid back, and with a southern drawl made it more appealing to him. ‘Well, I suppose God has his reason for that. But please, forgive me to interrupt you. You are going to tell me this sin of yours.’ ‘Well, the sin I have not commit, like I.