From the way she looked it was surprising that she could manage to walk and hold a tray. I found it pretty distressing to see her like that, but I sti...l didn't think that there was much I could have done about it, once Freddie (and, presumably, Elly) had decided to cut their losses over her. I was just glad that it hadn't involved Sukie or Rachel. That would have been a harder call to make.Freddie was busy. He and Elly had been talking together a lot. It was obvious from what Elly had said that. Nothing was ever said because he ran the county under his rules and if you complained you didn't get elected to another term. That's the way things were run here for the last forty years or so. I don't pretend to like or agree with it but I think you and the new sheriff are about to change a lot of those ideas and habits." It's not a matter of change, but just being honest and being proud to belong to a department that is smooth and run for everyone. People have to learn we are here for them. I gently licked along her lips and was rewarded by her pussy opening even more to reveal her clit waiting for my attention. The combination of her wetness and the moisture from my tongue made a soft squishing sound as I began to lick her harder, spreading her lips with my tongue and then my lips so I could suck her clit into my mouth. Her sharp intake of breath and the sudden gush of her juices down my chin told me that I was on the right track. As I swirled my tongue up and down around her. I’ve been told my eyes are like emeralds,” she looked into my eyes. “I’ve been told my tits are perky and look good enough to be fake,” she put my hands on her tits.Yep, that’s right. In broad daylight, as we rode in the back of a golf cart, a pretty older girl just put my hands on her boobs to make a point.“What do they say about your vagina, then?” I said as I looked her straight in the eye with a deadpan expression. I wanted to laugh because Claire cracked up.“That’s not a vagina,” Claire.