" I cut her off with my tongue as I drank in her essence. She began to move back and forth on me, grinding into my extremely hard cock. Her eyes we...re glazed over a bit and she had a definite fuck me face. Her hand slipped down my body and she undid my bathing suit, freeing my piston hard cock. She grabbed a hold of it and started to wank me in the water. I took the chance to slip my hand down her body disappearing in her skimpy bottoms. My searching fingers found her wet pussy and I slid. But for Jones, his job meant that he dealt with most people on the worst day of their lives, and this was difficult enough without having to deal with the fact that it was Monday. Detective Caesar Damocles Jones hated a lot of things. For starters, he hated his first and middle names, which was why he just went by C. D., if not just Jones. He hated being the only black cop on the force. He hated mayonnaise on anything. He hated being the only Bears fan in a town populated by Vikings and Packers. It was late, but she just kept blowing me as if we were at home. I saw the Laundry Room down the hall and took her by the hand. We walked in and the a washer and dryer were both on. Pretty late for laundry I thought to myself as Kelly jerked my dick. Sure enough, I see a security camera in the corner of the ceiling. I grabbed Kelly by the hips ( she is a small lil hottie, 115 lbs with straight, long black hair, 34b bananna tits and a pear shaped ass) and set her on top of the washing machine. He was one of the boys and that he vaguely remembered me all those years ago, He assured that Pete had passed away some years ago while still in the service, in a road accident along with his brother. That he was not unhappy about what had happened and that his mother and he shared a house near a village on the Derby, Staffordshire moorlands border. The fact that Judy was still alive was a bonus to me, so I gently asked to if she was OK, and to my surprise he said she was “bouncing with health.