He held it there and I could feel the blood coursing through his veins against my lips. I wondered if Bobby’s cock was filling his mouth as his was ...illing mine.He then began a slow rocking motion with my head. Grabbing me by the hair he would push me down and then pull me up. He no longer had to thrust his hips upward. He was controlling me and making my lips and mouth slide up and down his shaft for as far as it would go into my mouth. Every so often he would push his hips upward and try to. I lapped at her flowing juices like a ravenous cat at a bowl of cream, and some of her juice did seem particularly creamy. I stroked and fingered her slithery slit, slightly rougher now than when I had first started. She eagerly jerked her body against my hand, as I pushed two, then three, fingers into her wet widening gash; I crooked my middle finger—hoping to find her G spot—it might not have been the exact spot but it caused her to writhe sensuously under my fingers and mouth, while her. His eyes lingered on her substantial cleavage. He sniffed at the air then asked if my wife had been drinking. Abby nervously explained that she had had just a little wine with dinner.The officer told Abby that he had clocked her going thirteen miles per hour over the speed limit. Before she could say another word, he asked her to step out of the car. Abby asked him why. He informed her that it was standard procedure for potential 'DWI' cases. Abby tried to assure the officer that she was not. "Everyone looking nervous all the time, and such," Floyd explained, "and that new young man in the Controller's office." That's temporary," Frank clarified. "He's doing a special job for me and I need him close at hand." Right, right," Floyd agreed. "Do you think he'll be up here permanently someday?" Maybe someday, but he's too young and still has to learn some things."Frank picked up his cup of coffee. "I better get working on this before Jeannette comes in here and sees me with it," Frank.