I was creeped out at that point and I looked in her direction, but she just kept patting my left leg. . Then i got up to introduce myself , and as she...was sitting she placed her right hand on my ass. She just rested her hand on my ass. I sat back in the chair, this ginger midget touchy feely woman got up to introduce herself, she placed her right hand open palm on my left collar bone. Her introduction was so long, so she stood there talking with her right hand resting on my left collarbone. She. '67 68, 69… and its fucking stuck at 69!’ I took out the phone from my pocket and began to browse through the emails. Thirty-one unread emails from Mary were piling up. I could have blocked her, but no. I somehow derived pleasure from watching her desperately seeking out for me. ‘I’m done with you, bitch. No more. Just… no more.’ I put my phone down and stared at the computer screen, but my mind was elsewhere.For some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about Mary. She was my crush, my first. With my other hand I teased his balls. He pushed into my mouth and said, “suck my horny hot cock you sexy fucking bitch”. Ok, no doubt about it I was happy to be this studs bitch. Now that his cock was firmly planted in my face, I had a free hand to stroke my own horny hot rod. It was clear to me, he wanted to control the pace and literally started fucking my face as I sucked him with my wetter and wetter mouth. He pumped and pumped and pumped all the while groaning with delight.Now I was. I turned to see the waitress staring at me, eyes fixed on my gun. I held up my badge. “I’m a cop!” I blurted out. The waitress slowly backed away, then ran into the kitchen. Shit. I wouldn’t have much time now. She’d call 911 and cops would be swarming all over the place in about eight minutes.“Bill! What are you doing!” my wife cried out.“He killed her!” I declared. “He fucked Melissa, and then he killed her!”Marcel raised his hands. “What?” He gasped out, trying to get away from me. “No way,.