"Please Carla, just a handjob even. I can't stand this anymore!"But she would just smile mockingly and shake her head. Would make fun of him."Aw, poor... Simon. Poor, sex starved hubby. You only get to look at me now, don't you? And I'm such a tease too, aren't I? No, no handjob, I'm afraid. You'll have to wait till tomorrow when I'm at work. Give yourself one. You can kiss my toes, though, if you like. In fact, I insist – come on my little pooch, kneel down and kiss my tutsies. Tell me how pretty. I waved them over and greeted them friendly. "Officers, I'm Mark Glassner and this is Mary Sullivan. Anything we do is perfectly legal. If anyone approaches you and says 'I serve Mark Glassner' or 'I serve Mary Sullivan' you will do whatever they say."The three cops nodded. "Okay, Mr. Glassner," the elder of the trio said. His hair was graying and he had white chevron stripes on his sleeve. I guess he was a sergeant."Okay, there's a woman with a gunshot in the arm. The woman who shot her is. What the hell, I thought, so we ended up getting a taxi together and before I knew it I was in the back seat of this cab with this guy on one side of me and this gorgeous redhead on the other. We were all a bit tipsy and out of it on e and were chatting away and flirting outrageously together then I felt Lisa’s hand move up my thigh as she leant in and whispered in my ear “you make me so wet” well I was also getting quite wet and so I started to kiss her neck and ear lobe and let my hand slip. It was time for Senior Prom and I was conflicted about whether to go. I was off my crutches at this point, and I basically faked through physical therapy as the gym brought back bad memories of the baseball player I used to be. The locker next to mine was Lisa’s. Lisa had big tits, but other than that plain jane. I think in 4 years of high school I spoke 10 words to her. Lisa was like me, a homebody with few friends. She was pleasant enough. Lisa had straight brown hair, wore little.