"Word has it you've got a knack at getting a guy to spill his guts. I’m not much of a talker" Johnson answered.G strode to her desk, feeling the men...��s eyes on her slender figure. Johnson lit a cigarette and blew the smoke toward her. "Arrogant Fuck!" she thought and said "I would prefer it if you wouldn't smoke in here Deputy Johnson". "As you wish" he replied and he stubbed it out on the sole of his Doc Martens, thenflicked it in the trashcan. "I'll get straight to it", he said. G was getting. I was surprised at how hot and wet it was, and it smelled just great. Her moans became audible through our ongoing kisses. When I finger fucked her fast and hard she started to buck like a wild bronco. We dated about forty times that summer but that was as far as we went. Why? Today we would have fucked at least forty times, but this was the 60’s and there were statutory rape laws in force. She was too young and I didn’t include five years as a guest of the state’s penal system among my. Still dazed, I looked at the smiling shapely form before me, in disbelief; an obviously dominant woman in black corset, sheer black stockings covering ample thighs and slender calves which teetered on spikey black stilettos, how could this be the landlady who’s room I rented? Though the realisation of my predicament had not fully dawned, the scent of womanly arousal and the sight before me, made my cock rise to attention; made all too obvious as I was naked except for the collar. Seeing this,. All of those thoughts vanished when you walked into the room. Every eye was captured by your stunning beauty, including mine. You hardly looked early 20's... more like a more mature woman. You walked with confidence and purpose. I stood to greet you and you wrapped your arm around my waist... pulling me closer as you kissed me on the side of my lips. There was that perfume again. My arm had half way wrapped around your waist...and I wanted to pull you fully into me, but resisted. "Oh my Becca,.