”Like Daddy did with Autumn and me. Gave us enough freedom to decide between yes and no, between right and wrong.Altamont Creative. Sarah Meriwether...Fuck.In one sense, I shouldn’t feel any different about being armed than when I wore a uniform. But I did.Getting dressed every morning as a cop was just ... natural. I’d grown up seeing Daddy leave with a dark uniform and a belt full of the tools of his trade.When I checked myself in the mirror before leaving for work at the cop shop, I didn’t. Aha, you didn’t recognize her?” The man I’d been talking with had noticed the amazement that must have been plainly visible on my face. “No,” I admitted, “it’s been a very long time…” She was walking towards me now, still with that smile on her face. “Hello, Mrs Newsome,” she said as she reached me, holding out her hand quite formally. “Hello, Sue-Ann,” I replied, taking her hand between mine, relishing the feel of its firm softness, and leaning forward to kiss her cheek, “what a beautiful. I wanted to see every inch of her body. I watched incredulously as Jenny kicked off her shoes and untied the short apron. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a basic black bra, and unzipped her skirt before stepping out of it. I remained frozen in place, unwilling to disturb anything, while she removed her underwear and bra and then sat down to skim the elastic top thigh highs down her legs. ‘Ca-Can you help with my buttons, again?’ I asked, feeling new moisture between my legs. She. You know. It's like yuh tole me, Brother John. God's way is the best."The horny monk quickly mounted the buxom fifteen year old's body and, although she had only done it once before in her young life, she guided the mammoth prick to her juicy twat. Despite her apparent alacrity, she was apprehensive. She had taken that huge cock completely inside when he broke her cherry so she knew she could handle it but as she tensed for the repeat performance, it was only the presence of the other girl that.