A dull blue piece thick as his thumb, stained by tar and oil from years of use. Paul struggled to clear it, but was quickly frustrated. He had a belt ...nife that he had looped around his neck for the inspection, and he had it out and cutting, but sharp as the knife was, it was slow going through the old, snarled knots of nylon, and the bits of rock and sand that had slowly infiltrated all the seams made it even tougher.Tough as cutting the rope was, slowly going over the housing, feeling for. I fucked her as I have never done with anyone so far. She then asked to ride my dick, I lay down on the bed and let her do the needful.When I looked at her it was like she was jumping on my dick and her boobs were just wiggling up and down in slow motion. I grabbed them and pressed them. She had her hands on her head, holding her hair as she rode me like there was no tomorrow.Then I pulled her towards me. I held her head in my arms and started pounding her pussy. She was on cloud 9 and couldn’t. I didn’t even ask if she wanted cream or sugar. ‘I interviewed you at the hospital after you were stabbed in that parking lot thing.’ she reminded me. ‘Ah okay, sorry all beautiful cops look alike to me,’ I said smiling. ‘You were flirting with me even then,’ she said smiling. ‘I am married with two kids though.’ ‘Do we have to invite them?’ I asked with a smile. ‘Yes,’ she laughed. ‘All the good ones are married,’ I said. She finished her coffee and left, so I was alone again when the real. “Ready?” asked Zann; of Saffie.“Mmmm,” agreed Saffie. She unwrapped herself from the girlie huddle and rolled over, right into me. Her warm skin, her firm, slim body and her eager eyes were electrifying. She reached for my cock and gripped it with a feminine little hand.“Ooooofff,” I gasped.She pulled, and I rolled towards her. Zann and Amanda shuffled sideways to make room and Saffie rolled onto her back, tugging my cock between her slim thighs; slim but not skinny, and not shapeless. My feet.