I was not a swinger. “My love can’t be shared,” I remember telling Don. “I’m not asking you to love someone else,” Don replied, “just ...ake love with someone else.” I had trouble separating emotional and physical needs. To me, they were connected and couldn’t be separated. Don didn’t push the subject, but it ignited a thought process that haunted me for weeks. I battled over where our marriage might go should either of us allow another person into our intimate sanctuary. Don assured me, his. “One last thing: while you and your assistant here reconsider this ill-conceived folly of a jurisdictional pecker-fight, look to your future involvement with state-wide law enforcement. There are thirty-nine counties in Washington State. Each has an elected Sheriff. Each Sheriff exercises independent authority, accountable only to their voters. We thirty-nine Sheriffs have a State Association, dedicated to dealing with threats and outrageous demands, such as you seem to be making.“So, Agent. That class ended, there was a wet spot in my seat, when I stood. It was like a pool of hot girl juice, which I left behind. I went to find Mistress Pam. I found her, she had me raise my skirt spreading my legs. She checked my clit and nipples, then brought the pump out, giving each of the tubes 5 more pumps. I could see my nipples get even longer, feeling my clit growing too. That's when it happened, right in the main hall. I exploded in a violent orgasm, my whole body shook. The combination of. Kissing the back of her sweet neck above her dog collar I reach down and push three fingers deep into her wet pussy. A profound orgasmic shudder passes through her core. She bends slightly at the waist so she can more easily push her ass back against the cock still hard up her shitter. She is naked and exposed from the waist up through the open window, tits bouncing with each pump. "Say hello to your neighbors", I tell her. I grab her by the waist, where the ass bump narrows, stopping her from.