But sometimes he even goes home and wants me to spend the night at the guys house which is kind of weird, but still, I thought it was just kink. Well,...this happened the other night and my boyfriend went home and I slept with the guy and it was really good. We ended up having a great connection. So much so that we spent most of the night talking in bed.This guy says “I know you don’t like to talk about this, but I just want to say this wasn’t weird at all and I think you’re a really cool. Since I knew better than to get out of the car to check it, I backed the cruiser out of the drive entrance. It was too late to go to a motel and I really did not want to go back to Mosby's place. Even Gwen was home in bed, since she would have called it a night after the noise from my mic changed from moans to snores.Since it was the only warm place I could easily get into at that time of night, I drove the cruiser back to the office. I was about to leave the car, when it dawned on me. If I was. I want them all to myself for along as I can have them.”This girl is either a cop, a serial killer or just maybe plain fucking crazy. I decided it was time to get the hell out of the dark witness less clearing, but as I did she started to get very close to me, she took in a deep breath, closing her beautiful brown eyes and after a moment sighed even deeper, pressing up against me, she was just a little shorter than I was and so very very warm. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she began. "I put them on the shelf in your mom’s closet," he said and walked over to Sherri’s closet and opened the door."Oh goodie, there they are!" she squealed and grabbed both three-packs of white t-shirts from the shelf.She turned and walked out of the closet, then stopped and turned back around and gave him a big tight hug. His cock was so hard, flexing between them. He knew she had to feel it; there was no hiding it.She giggled as she pulled away and looked down at his hard cock flexing in his.