I never –ah!—dared.”“There are always people at my work, or I’d have suggested there.”“I love this. And people will come in on Monday an...d wonder why the conference room –ah!— smells like –ah!— sex.”“We’ll have to be careful not to leave any DNA around, though.”“Don’t make me laugh like that. I’m getting close.”“Me too…”“A-and I’m afraid that’s as close as either of you is going to get. Stop that and pull up your pants. Keep your hands where I can see them.”“Ah, shit. Look, officer, what are you. But on this occasion I arrived in the centre of town and driving through, saw the road was full of girls in clubbing gear. I’d no idea this was what happened in towns at night. I dumped the van and raced back, finding the nearest doorway and putting my hand through mac pocket and wank-trouser pockets. In less than a couple of minutes I was moaning gratefully in perv ecstasy as several girls walking by in miniskirts made me spunk my pants full. I was a regular visitor to town centres then for. ” I have a few ideas forming in my brain too, but he quickly answers, “I’d love for Brenda to straddle me and slide her pussy up and down over my dick.” My heart raced. Is he going to like me? Is this OK with Monica? Isn’t this a bit fast? Can Monica and I still be friends? Monica broke the ice with her laugh and instruction to me, “OK, Brenda, you heard the man.” I’ve done this a few times before, and I love it. It’s great clit stimulation, and boy could I use that about now. I needed to cum. Price fidgeted and shook his head. ‘What are you going to do about those menaces?’ I smiled my detective’s smile and ignored everything he just said. ‘I’m not here about them. My name is Hawkins. I am a homicide detective with Houston PD. I have a few questions for you about an incident last night.’ That rocked Price back and he sat down slowly. ‘I already had some jack-booted thugs grill me at home. Ask them.’ I leaned back in my chair. ‘I’m asking you. Where were you Friday evening?’ Price.