”“You’re welcome.”Mom and I discussed some of the things about our relationship as pretending to be husband and wife around the house, and or ...anywhere where we did not know anyone as we finished eating breakfast, and drank a couple of cups of coffee, then we cleaned the table off and cleaned the kitchen and put things where they belonged.As we cleaned up the kitchen, we talked about where we might would like to move to, and maybe what kind of house we would like to find to live in, so that we. And we had one amazing night under the moon in his yard, after our friends had gone for the night. Dancing in the moonlight, the air cool but not very cold, reclining together on a cozy piece of lounge furniture, talking. So much to talk about with my Love. Both of us always thinking, always communicating, always wanting to connect. Soon time pressed and I felt an urgency. I had to be close to him. Closer. Before it was time to leave. Who knew when we would have another moment? I climbed on top. " Seconds later, he shot his spunk over my skirt. I wasn't best pleased but he apologised for the mess and immediately wiped it off, there was little trace of it when I turned my skirt around to the front. In the toilet, I sponged the rest of it off making sure there would be no stain when it dried. I didn't want a white stain on my arse for all to see as I travelled home on the train.By the Friday, my pussy was back to normal, no soreness and the redness had completely gone. Even so, I took it. "Look, Brandi, I've got all the evidence I need to haul your sweet ass in right now. I should have already done it, but instead I'm prepared to give you a break. My shift ends in half-an-hour. Here, I'm unlocking the handcuffs you're wearing and then I'm giving you the key to my front door. Then I'm driving back to the station to sign out for the weekend. I'll be back here in exactly forty-five minutes. Either you'll be long gone by then, which means I'm filing an all-points bulletin out on you.