We had not eaten a thing since the morning, and mine was only coffee. We walked around the grounds holding hands like young lovers. I shot went up my ...pine when I heard, "Julie, is that you?" The voice of Bill Blose rang in my ears. There I was bra-less in a mini skirt, holding hands with a young man; he knew he had me anytime he wanted. Of course, he said, "How are George and the kids?" You back, Bill?" Yes, up the ladder and with a new office besides. I would like you to see it soon." George. And I was drooling over his dick sucking it, moving my head over it. My eyes were watery and my mascara had been ruined. He grabbed my hair and start fucking my mouth like a pussy. I was enjoying this humiliation. I grabbed his ass motivating him to fuck my mouth harder with more water coming from my eyes.I was making weird gulping sounds. He too was panting coz of my tight mouth and soft lips. So, I took charge again and took the dick out, started licking it top to bottom and then bottom to. It was ten days after my forty-first birthday when I hit my twentieth anniversary with the small town police department. I hoped no one made a big deal of the retirement. It was my plan to leave that Wednesday afternoon just like any other day and just not return."Mike, you leaving town?" the new chief asked."It's Michael Chief, and do I need to leave town?" I asked."Sorry Michael I had forgotten. You certainly do not need to leave town. I just thought you might want to leave. Most of the work. .. big... and... uhh... soft..." Seconds later, he shot his spunk over my skirt. I wasn't best pleased but he apologised for the mess and immediately wiped it off, there was little trace of it when I turned my skirt around to the front. In the toilet, I sponged the rest of it off making sure there would be no stain when it dried. I didn't want a white stain on my arse for all to see as I travelled home on the train.By the Friday, my pussy was back to normal, no soreness and the redness had.