’ She pushed my shoulders away from her and I brought my eyes up to look at her.She moved forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled back in...shock at the contact. Taking my face in both her hands, she kissed me again, her lips softly bushing against mine and then I felt her tongue stroke the seam of my lips. I exhaled, opening my mouth to accept her tongue as she gently pushed for a deeper kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, stroking inside, increasing the pressure and my heart started. I slowly began to rub small circles with the tip of my finger on the wet entrance to your pussy. Slipping my finger in up to the first knuckle, twisting it, your ass clenched as the sensitive nerves electrified to my touch. My other hand moves underneath, spreading your cheeks, my index finger slowly collecting the juices running from your pussy and rubbing them around your asshole. I feel your cunt tighten around my finger, drawing it into you as I slide it all the way in to your tight wet. Ducking her head, she peered through a gap in the hedge and watched as the two men who had stepped outside descended the steps and headed for the red sports car parked in the drive. One she recognized at a glance; her uncle Rodney, with his shaggy brown hair and faded shirt displaying the name of his favorite rock band, looking exactly the same as when she’s last seen him almost a decade ago. The other man she’d never seen before, but the contrast to her uncle was striking. He was dressed in. Tension mounted in the room… and then went sky-high. The TCPD’s eight-man SWAT team poured out of Interrogation-A, the hallway to the Press Room, and the hallway leading to Booking. Their arms were pointed at the SBI team… and the TCPD guys the tactical advantage. Sixteen more TCPD officers, heavily armored, also poured into the hall, guns at the ready to exterminate SBI pestilence. And then it suddenly grew silent. From Interrogation-A strode a tall, broad-shouldered redheaded man, armor on.