Sharon smiled at the two of them, too tired and disorientated to resent Tracey’s sexual selfishness. And anyway Tracey had been gagging for it all d...y. Sharon was still a little uneasy about making love to a woman. Where was the cock in that? Buttercup smiled back at Sharon and ran her tongue over her lips, clearly advertising her continued availability. Sharon was just not interested, which was unusual for her. Somehow or other, conversation began about Tracey and Sharon’s life before they’d. I put on a condom and applied lube to it and Sammy's asshole, inserting a finger to make sure he was properly lubricated inside. Sammy moved further up the bed and lay on his back with his legs in the air. I positioned myself with my boner pressed hard against the entry to his pulsing asshole. His beautiful little ring muscle twitched under my pressure. The lube made it easy to enter him. As I pushed forward I felt his muscle flex and grip my shaft with every forward movement. It was an. The man reflected much of thesheriff's personality and Leslie managed to keep from showing just howangry he made her.If this was the general attitude and behavior of the face of lawenforcement in this county, there would be some changes in order. Itwas no wonder that so many citizens were unhappy with the sheriff.She had Pat drive them to the hospital with sirens blaring. She spentthe time talking to her commander and explaining the situation thatexisted here. Wisely, Pat kept his mouth shut. She had no panties on, and I could see her neatly shaved pussy. I reached to touch her, and she playfully smacked my hand away. "Not yet. You've gotta be patient." Knowing immediately what she meant, I reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra.Her tits were amazing, and she leaned down once again to give me access. I cupped them both in my hands, still hardly able to believe we were doing this. I brought one to my mouth, and flicked my tongue across the nipple a few times. "Oh, Jack....