Then, with a teasing smile, she slowly spread her legs apart and reached down to her pussy. Fingering the wet folds of flesh as they stubbornly stuck ...ogether, she fingered them open again to reveal the gooey slit between them.Dropping to his knees between her legs, Jamie looked up into her eyes. "I take it you've had enough time to think it over?" he asked, reaching out and spreading her leg wider apart to bare the wet, oozing wound between them. "Yes," she whispered. "But you must promise me. I wasn’t aware at that moment that she was a public servant, a police SP. She had lied to me that she was a homemaker.I replied to her messages. But I never had any craving mindset of banging her because I wasn’t sure this was a lady. Our friendly chat continued for almost 2 months. Once I had a dirty hot chat with her, she told me that the chat made her wet and fingered herself.She was almost busy, and we were not chatting continually in those 2 months. On only a few occasions, we both were. She had nice enough legs but nothing special and she was an animated talker, her hands twirling through the air as she conversed with her friend. He did not turn and watch them as they entered Starbucks but he heard them ordering — a large latte, extra sugar and a cappuccino with a shot of espresso. Damn he thought a couple of those things and they'll be as high as kites!The first thing that either of them did wrong that day was to sit at the table directly behind him. He listened intently to. I made her a cup of tea while we sat there talking about the events that would be unfolding, mum said that we should go out to dinner, I agreed but she made a concession, that I dressed as a girl and she would not take no for an answer, “I have nothing to wear that remotely resembled girl clothes” I said and she smiled, “what about that little black dress you wear now and again” “black dress” I said feeling a little uncomfortable, “yes” she smiled, “I know you have been wearing it, and my.