With one moan, he moves his pelvis, and in one move, I am in as far as I can be.He moaning, and me panting with the heat of the day, we start to move....Gently, we move in unison. The wind blows on my partially exposed buttocks, as I move my body in towards his, I move my hands up his t-shirt, feeling every blemish, every rib and feature. Our speed quickens, we kiss and kiss and kiss. I try to slow down, but he is having none of it. He instructs me to move faster, faster, faster. I am out of. The last thing I needed was a run-in with the law where I didn't have any friends.I could just see it in my mind:"Hello officer. I'm confused about why you stopped me. I know I wasn't speeding." Driver's license and registration, please." Do you mind if I ask why you stopped me?" You match the description of a man alleged to be impersonating a police officer and threatening people." Hahaha. That's a rich one. Here you go, officer. I'm just Joe Average. I'm not a threat to anybody."I see, Mr.. The top that looked so conventional when her jacket was done up was a flimsy garment with spaghetti straps and the material scarcely waist length. It rose up, revealing her midriff, as she shook her skirt before placing it alongside her jacket. He was stunned. How could this woman appear so prim and proper on the outside and look so gorgeous underneath? He had to see more; much more."Very good, Lucy. Now take off your top."Again, the slight hesitancy. He gave her a steely look and she took hold. Bruno looked up. She was coming around the side of the board. She seemed to slink more than walk. She was tying the last knot in the top of a bright red... thing. It looked like something Bruno had seen once in a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog the boys in grade school were passing around; it had been called a merry widow, he thought. Whatever it was called, the tight outfit barely covered her sleek torso; her breasts bulged out the top, looking bigger than he had imagined. The ruffles on the.