"Get a detail together" barked the police man to his underlings. "We'll catch our murderer tonight."Susan shrank in fear, thinking they were speaking ...f the murders Phillip had she committed two nights previous in her defense against her attackers. How she needed to see and talk to Phillip.Phillip was not so forthcoming with information. He lied and told the police officer that the supplies were for him and his sister, that they were orphans and needed provision to keep from starvation, from. " She hugged him as her tears began to leak out. "Please don't hate us for what we've done."He hesitated for a second and then pulled her close for a hug. He said, "Oh, Baby. I may disapprove of what you all have done, but you need to know something. I could never hate you; any of you." He looked as if he were about to cry as well. I could see the love in his eyes and hear it in his voice. Despite hearing what he had heard tonight, the girls and I knew he loved us as much as he always had. This ended up taking place for the next couple of weeks as I would purposely dress up sexy and show off a little, causing him to chat me up and continuously flirt. It was obviously wrong for a married woman to be doing something like this but I was enjoying the attention that he was giving me. Nowadays, attention at the house from my husband was very scarce. Half the time I felt like he didn’t even notice me around and having this young guy giving me attention made me feel pretty good. I. The bus driver hits the brakes like a mad man: everything stops ! The purse swings around as you can guess and hits me right straight on my dick and balls, before I look down I feel the impact of the purse on my dick and balls and a sharp pain creeps up my stomachs walls . Instinctively my arse jerks backward! For two reasons : One, to soften the blow and ease the pain !Two: The purse has hit my dick and balls hard, but not hard enough and now, I'm not wearing any underwear and my dick is.