I’d never heard of that happening, but Creighton said he knew of people who did their own hand loads.Both guys hung their jackets up on a hook, took...off their off-duty holsters, and put on their duty holsters and weapons. “What’d you use? Standard PALS thigh rig?” asked Tim.“You got it,” I replied. “How come we use Glocks? Why not Berettas or Sig Sauers?”“Probably because they are made at a factory in Smyrna and they give a hell of a discount to police departments in Georgia,” said Creighton.I. I strained with all my might to free my arms, but it was hopeless.She said, "That seems like a terrible waste of energy. We both know I'm too strong for you."Hearing this, I moaned. I said, "Put it inside you." Shut up. Don't tell me what to do."Watching her was amazing. She wore a superior, self-satisfied smile. My eyes scanned her body. Her small breasts had all but disappeared. Thousands of bench stresses and push-ups had replaced them with hard pectorals.It was all new to me. I was being. ...and HAS been with you", she said. I felt like the accused all of a sudden and that I was guilty but it really wasn't that, there was another reason and I knew where Cindy would be going with this.When Cindy said that my eyes dropped to the table like looking down in shame, I couldn't look at her so I just nodded my head yes.Sex with Amy was really an attempt at total detachment from Cindy not to mention filling a basic need on my part.I was without words so Cindy spoke again,"You act like. I lay back and hold in a moan, which creeps out as a whimper. You stroke my shaft with your hands as you lick the tip with your tongue, being gentler around the most sensitive spot.You move all the way down me, licking up my shaft and stroking it with your hands, I hold my climax back. You bring me close more than once. As you continue to suck me, I reach my hand over and rub up and down your inner thigh. I can feel your warmth from your mound. I don’t want to distract you too much. Your.