Our hands flew in the air as we stared down thebarrels of two police specials. The lead cop looked from my face, down to my naked,jiggling breasts and...back again. He lowered his pistoland said to his partner, “C’mon Mike. There’s nothinghere that looks like domestic violence.” He tipped hisbrim at me. “Sorry about the door, ma’am. We’ll lock upon our way out.” The two left and I heard the click ofthe lock.Mikel’s face was flushed with. She kept the vibrator going on her clit.He came around to the head of the bed and sat with his legs spread out just in front of her face. He reached over to the bedside table, got the Astroglide, put some on his cock and stroked it, just below her face. Baby, she said. I love to see that. Stroke it for me. He did. They did that for a while. She was closer to coming now, breathing harder.He continued to stroke his cock and she kept her eyes fixed on it while she fucked her ass and her clit. He. ”“Thanks. Aren’t these margaritas fantastic? I could make a killing selling these back home in Indiana!”“They’re awesome for sure! I’m already buzzing a little.” She gave me that winning smile, and a lingering look that sent tingles through my loins. I wanted this girl, and it looked like she might have an interest, too.You know I love it when a plan comes together.“I know! I’m on my third, and life is definitely looking pretty good. I’m going to need an afternoon nap if I keep this up”, I. The answering machine came on. After listening to our mutual greeting and apology for doing something other than answering our phone, we asked that a message be left for us. Then there was a pause and a beep. I left my message.I was feeling great when I pulled into my parking space at our apartment. But instead of a warm and happy greeting when I walked in, there was silence. Right inside the door, where I would normally drop my keys and wallet, was a note to me.Mick, I’m so sorry. I feel like.