This was no promotion hearing. He cleared his throat, "Constable Le June, you are in a lot of trouble." What do you mean, sir?" her stomach did flip f...ops. The scrambled eggs Gladys made just an hour before was turning sour in her stomach."You recovered those bodies about seven years ago just south of Bear Lake, did you not?" Yes sir," she admitted."In your report you never mentioned there was a woman in that vehicle." If you read down to the end, sir. You'll see that there was a Cynthia in. She looks stunning, just in a bath towel, her long hair still soaking wet. I find it hard to look into her eyes though. She guesses something is wrong. “What have you been doing, you look all flustered? Your pyjama top is all buttoned up wrong too. I bet you’ve just played with yourself haven’t you?” I look up, reddening even more. I don’t answer, still struggling to come to terms with the last few minutes. She giggles her soft little giggle and informs me she’s just done exactly the same in. Please”. “When I’m ready,” I told her. She threw her head back in frustration, but was clearly enjoying the moment. I slid my finger into her drenched hole. Her juices flowed out, running down my hand and along the inside of her thighs down to her ass. I ran my wet finger up and down just inside her swollen lips and she trembled. “Oh God,” she cried. I slowed down to make sure that she would not get too excited too soon. “Don’t stop,” she cried. My slowing down and then speeding up again. Her eyes were closed. Her legs were up with her feet planted firmly on the mattress. Sweat sheened her skin, which had a faint red glow. Her left hand held open the lips of her pussy and her right middle finger was sloshing in and out. She was moaning softly and her muscles were tightened and relaxed rhythmically.Grandpa stopped in the doorway to stare at her.“Isn’t she magnificent, Rick? God, what a woman. I’ve always thought she’d be a hot, squirming creature if the sexual repression she’d.