He swerved to avoid the collision and went off the road." How old is this guy?" I asked."He is 25years old," Thorn said."And how old was the girl?" I ...sked."She is 17years old," he replied."Did anyone call crime scene to process the car and their clothes?" I asked."It was a traffic accident. The officer determined that the driver was sober and the girl was as well," Thorn said getting all huffy."Detective Thorn you ever had a blow job while you were driving?" I asked."No," he said."Let's go. The older marshal was called Matt Hardison and he seemed like a nice fella until you saw how close his hand was to his sidearm at all times like it was connected by an invisible string. The young one was still wet behind the ears and Brett didn't have much hope for his seeing another birthday unless he picked up some real good common sense that might rub off from the older marshal just by being close. It didn't seem all that likely because the young man was filled with a sense of his own. I was grateful that she kept the touching professional. I really didn’t want her touching me the way that I let Sammy touch me whenever she stayed the night at our place. When I wasn’t watching her hands I looked into her eyes and didn’t see a look that said she wanted to do more than what she was doing.Once I was slipping into the gown I needed to wear she suddenly said, “You don’t have to worry about me groping you or anything. I used this class to help rid me of any tendencies I had towards. She had spent her time at the restaurant amusing herself by keeping him hard with her stocking toes. He was not quite sure what he was supposed to do about this as he suspected that she might dive under the table at any minute, take down his zipper and begin to suck on his by then throbbing hard cock. He was not wrong. As soon as desert came, and she knew the waiter would not be back for a while, she made her move. Under the tablecloth she went, and pulled his zipper down with her teeth..