Being a cop with a particular way of looking at the rules meant that I collected all kinds of junk.That one fact accounted for about twenty percent of... the crap. My love for computers accounted for at least half. The other thirty percent was most likely in tools bought for some long forgotten project. Once completed they were stored never to again see the light of day.Finding my black bag, which was in fact green, was no trouble at all. I removed it from the storage rack filled with electronic. I had reached down and started fingering her pussy, realizing how wet she was. Once she had sucked me hard, Catherine laid back, spreading her legs.“Eat me, I need your tongue!” I immediately went down to her pussy, using my hands to separate her lips, massaging her clit with my tongue. Damn, she felt like a waterfall, almost gushing her wet pussy juice all over. She came pretty quickly, spasms of toe curling jerks running over body. “I want your dick inside me now!” she panted. I leaned up. She asked me ‘do you have girlfriend in your college?”. I said “no”.G: why? No one is beautiful?Me: not like that. I don’t want to be in relationships.G: why? Isn’t that good for you to find your own girl?Me: no. I don’t trust any girls in my college. They will be with me today and after some days they will be someone else. They just want fun. Not a love.G: nowadays it’s common. Have fun with them, what’s wrong?Me: I mean fun; means sex akka.G: why? You don’t like to have to sex? Are you. Lisa watched in fascination as the wet, red meat slid from her saturated channel. The sucking sound was loud in the quiet room. The sound was fantastically sexual. She shivered. In spite of herself, she couldn't help feeling a stirring of lust deep in her pussy. God, she thought, his cock is the most satisfying thing I've ever felt. She chided herself. My god Lisa he's your son, fucking him was a mistake, even if he was good. As Bobby rolled off her on to his back, Lisa sat up and swinging her.