When we got home, Susan was not yet in condition for fucking, but she did want to be cuddled, and that I was happy to do.We had missed the earlier rep...orts, but we did see the capture of the truck bomb on CNN. It was their feature segment. It seemed to be a slow news day, so the story of the terrorist bomb was given more air time that it normally would have received. The official word was that it had been found by clever police work and Sgt. Jefferson did not receive any public credit, but I was. She led the way into what he'd always thought of as the spare bedroom, waited until he was safely inside, then shut the door."Now!" she said. "I think it's time you fucked me again!" Again?" Yeah, I thought it last night and the night before." She was casually undressing, despite the fact that she was only wearing bra and panties anyway. "God, look at these things!" she sighed, giving her breasts another of those two-handed wobbles. "How much do you think they've grown since my birthday?" I .... She came over and knocked softly on my door. I opened it as she smiled and said “I couldn’t wait any longer can I come in?” I could only smile and ushered her into my house. I offered her some wine which she gladly accepted and we sat in the living room and began to talk. April said she had gone home and her whole groin had been sore so her mother told her to take a warm bath which she said made her feel better. She went on to explain she had the feeling my cock was still in her pussy all day. ”She leaned closer to him and whispered, “I want to know if you have any recordings of what happened next to the field last night.”Haruz was flabbergasted by her question and looked at her for a moment wondering how she knew. Her smile was a joy to watch when he nodded slowly. Her voice was hardly audible when she asked, “When do you have time?”It was strange speaking in hushed tones, but Haruz understood that she was wary about placing him in an awkward situation.He took a sip of his coffee.