She was playing with my cock when a car drove into the park. The headlights flashed onto us and the car stopped. We froze and wondered who it was. The...occupants got out and walked over. SHIT!! it was 2 coppers. I quickly put away my hard cock but Donna just lay there naked with her legs open, frozen. They asked us what we were doing and we made some useless excuse up but they were having none of it. They were both well into their forties and had been in the Police for many years. One of them. His eyes were intense as if she was prey and he was the predator so she decides to give him a little show. Slowly she drops down to a squat and starts to rub her little clit until she is nice and wet. She asks if he likes what he sees... no words are spoken. He just nods. Kitty grabs the large dildo and a bottle of lube out of the cabinet and sits down on the floor. She can tell Fatty is growing tired of waiting but she doesn't care. She was determined to take her time. With all that's been. She was so shocked she could barely stammer. “I’ll get the phone but first… perhaps…would you like to stay?” WAS THIS WOMAN MAD?! Carry goes to politely decline but her eyes catch onto that of another masked stranger, his body was buff and he was well hung and his eyes seemed caring. He smiles at her and she notices he’s getting a semi. “Oh what the fuck, why not?” she says shrugging, this reply seems to have come out of nowhere this isn’t her sort of thing… or is it? “Well” the first. .. But I had to. It would dirve me mental if I didn't at least try to get in her pants.... well skirt. Melanie smiled with that all familiar lusty gaze mixed with a genuine warmth. She wore a loose white blouse tucked neatly into a grey high waist pencil skirt. Her hair was up in a bun held in place by a Bic pen. It was something she'd do when she was hammering out legal prose on particularly difficult cases. She sat in her usual spot and mingled with those around her. If my pinkish freckled.