"I can picture that. 'Good morning, Sandy. I'd like the Whitman Sampler, a pack of Juicy Fruit, a dozen Trojans, lubricated with reservoir tip, and a ...tube of Analease, please', and she'd say, 'Here you go, and say Hey to Jeanine for me.' with a big grin on her face." Jeanine's blush could get deeper. Sandy was a casual acquintance and not renowned for her discretion.I remembered something I'd read. "I'm not even sure Analease is what we want. I think we need something else. You were right about. "My name is John, I'm a doctor, do you know where you are?" a nice manasked me gently."I think I'm at a police station," I told him."Do you remember how you got here?"For the life of me I couldn't remember. I thought perhaps I was in anaccident, but I was wearing a ridiculous costume."Was I on the way to a fancy dress party?" I asked."What's the last thing you do remember?"I thought back."I did some cooking somewhere." Was that before or after the fire?" he asked.I had to think long and. She turned back to taste his cock, with her juices mixed in with his own, devouring him and willing him to cum in her mouth as he gently fucked her mouth pushing his fingers back in her pussy she thought these where the best fingers she had ever felt inside her as her mouth rode his cock and her pussy rode his fingers to a crushing orgasm which seemed to take over her whole body, as she tried to recover she felt the onslaught of his orgasm building up in the shaft he pulled out of her wet. ” Her father didn’t reply further, but his eyes sparkled with approval and his hand went back to a good vigorous stroking as she slid from the position she had been holding, her lower back braced against the trunk of the car.Unsure of the woman’s intent, the dog stopped licking, and looked ready to bolt. He seemed to know he’d been getting away with something he normally wasn’t supposed to. The owner, whose name her Dad had mentioned was Larry or something like that, let go of the hard-on.