The policeman slid a hand across the front seat and gently rested it on her knee. His fingers were still cold but they were soft; not a labourers fing...rs. He slowly circled his fingers on her knee delighting in the feel of her slippery nylons. Michele didn't find the man's touch particularly unpleasant but neither was it sexually arousing; it felt sort of comforting knowing that this man desired her. She allowed him so stroke her legs and she could hear his breathing quicken.The policeman's. Was it wrong? I did not think so. I was eighteen and very sexual. If daddy had not caught me on the couch that day with my legs spread, my cunt splayed and wet, we never would have found each other. I would have gone on just feeling myself, and he would have gone on fucking mom. Now he was fucking both of us. One would think I would be jealous of that. I was not. He had mom first before me. He loved her though, with both his heart and his cock. Me, on the other hand, he loved me with his cock. None of us minded, but this was not that kind of place, so we stopped and composed a bit.A few minutes later, Nick excused himself to go to the bathroom off to the right of the bar. Tina then said she had to call and check in with her husband, leaving the bar in the opposite direction. In what seemed like an eternity, but was probably, actually fifteen minutes, Nick texted me with, “We will be back at the bar in ten minutes.” My mind started to race. We??? What was happening? I imagined what. So it was a Saturday and I decided I wanted a day just for me to decompress. So bright and early I got my husband and son up and said today was their day together and I sent them off to a day of Baseball games and tailgating. I told my hubby that he had wanted to spend some time with him, so I bought them tickets for a double header and said it was guy time for just the two of them. I also suggested that he should take him out to dinner afterwards, for some wings and fries. I didn’t have to.