Honest to god I would not have cared if the whole neighborhood had come out for the show. Somehow Laura was able to get me under control. She had me d...ive to a dark parking lot at a neighborhood church. We got in the back seat, in no time at all I had her blouse unbuttoned I was fumbling with her bra, determination over came inexperience. Another first I had my hands full of tits. Laura apologized for the slight sag, like I cared, I loved everything about them, as I lifted each to mouth, to. My fingers play inside of your ass and two of their counter-parts from my other hand join in inside of your hot, velvety pussy.You scream and thrash on the bed, your hands clutching the sheets and beating the mattress sporadically as you continually gush your sweet cum into my mouth. I savor the taste, swallowing every drop you give me. I keep fingering you, licking you and sucking your sweet pussy, waiting for the climax I know is coming. The one I've sworn to give you. And then, just as I. " Mark turned away from the mirror, but in the corner ofhis eye, he could have sworn that he'd seen the reflection nod back athim.She left the bathroom with a new sense of purpose and confidence.Pausing only to grab some ill-fitting clothes, she walked down thestairs. Louise was reading a newspaper and watching television in thedining room; she'd taken off to look after Mark while Mr. Davies wasat work. "Morning, Mrs. Davies." She grabbed a bowl and a spoon andpoured herself some cereal.At. Enforcement work of any kind can disillusion you prettynicely, thank you, and make you forget the beauty andkindness around you. You spend your time in a paranoidstate of mind, looking for people who lie withoutthinking about it, get caught, and keep on lying untilwe eventually put them away. You can easily forgetabout the magic of those seemingly random pauses ofunplanned joy in your life. When you get to that point,you’re in big trouble. Burned out. Suicidal. Depressed. That’s how.