’Q: ‘A fellow officer provided the description of this so-called offender. Do you trust your fellow officers?’A: ‘Yes, sir. With my life.’Q:...‘With your life? Let me ask you this then officer. Do you have a room where you change your clothes in preparation for your daily duties?’A: ‘Yes sir, we do!’Q: ‘And do you have a locker in the room?’A: ‘Yes, sir, I do.’Q: ‘And do you have a lock on your locker?’A: ‘Yes, sir.’Q: ‘Now, why is it, officer, if you trust your fellow officers with your life,. After breakfast, we drafted what we thought sounded like an official acceptance and I drove the group to the bank. We walked through the lobby to the offices in the bank and Julie started singing out."Hi, Mrs. Ack — kerman."Julie had stopped dead in the middle of the door, so I had to slide around her to get into the office. Fortunately, as we were walking through the bank, I'd remembered that Gordon's mom worked there; otherwise I would have done the same stop-and-stare that Julie was now in. But inevitably during our work, I'd end up on my knees sucking on his nice cut cock to swallow his load, or bending over the workbench or tailgate so he could fuck my eager little ass and pump his seed into me. I made a habit of lubing up my ass before heading over so that all we had to do was pull my pants down and spread my ass cheeks for him when he was ready. He fucked me in a few different positions, but it was always the best when I was bent over, his hands on my hips, his balls slapping. I was committed to this until Dina decided that she was over her emotional crisis and didn't need me to comfort her any longer.Almost as soon as she had my nipple in her mouth, my glands kicked in and milk began to flow. At her first taste of it, Dina made a happy little sound and curled up with her head in my lap, feeding steadily. I cradled her head as best I could so her neck wasn't at an awkward angle and I stroked her hair. After a moment, I found myself humming to her. It was a moment of.