“I’m not in love with any of them,” I said, which was true.“Ah come on,” she laughed. “Tell the truth!”I sighed. “That IS the truth. T...ere’s no boy.” She looked at me even more curious, but didn’t ask any further.Next up was her. “Well,” I said, “and who are you in love with?” She instantly turned bright red and looked around, not saying anything. “So?” I asked again, “it’s only fair you tell me.”She nodded, and looked down. “Well,” she whispered. “But you can’t tell anyone, okay? It’s a. It was a romantic instrumental playing and I got lost in it and lost in my thoughts again. I didn’t realize my one hand had raised my kurta top and started feeling the soft smooth belly skin.With my eyes close, fingers dancing along the edge of my leggings where the smooth belly skin ended and the elastic started. Running along the length, my fingers found courage to overstep that boundary and dive below the elastics. Yes elastics. Seems my thoughts and feelings had given by fingers enough. Even though Muriel had worked with the police department for years, she was nervous - she'd never had cause to call 911 before.Pete Riordan was several miles away, in the middle of mediating what had been a noisy and near violent fight between a husband and wife. When his shoulder mounted radio squawked he made the couple sit on either end of their couch while he answered the radio call.Police dispatch wanted to know if he would be available to respond to a suspicious noise, possible gun shot. .." No." I answered, feeling all pins and needles."I'm not done *yet* making you excited!"With that her lips dove into my neck, kissing it up and down and up and down some more. "MMMMMMM-HHHMMM. Don't you simply *adore* having your neck smooched?!" Jenny had both her hands tightly woven into my hair, making it impossible for me to move as she nibbled ever so gently on my ear lobe. I felt completely helpless. "Let's see how these ears taste. Oh aren't these *delicious*! Yummy yummy!" Suddenly.