The fuck you say. I dont recognize this place. Its my&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,..our house. Take me home cock sucker. This is your home. She yelled in f...rustration. Where are my clothes? You didnt have any. Well get me something to wear and Ill walk home. Leaving her in the garage I picked up the wall phone and called a cab. Then I searched my dresser and closet for anything that might fit her. I found an Atlanta PD T shirt that a cop had given me and a pair of old khaki shorts that were too small. I leaned over, put my hands on the back of the sofa and my cock dangled in her face. She took it in her mouth gratefully, ticking another item off her checklist. She sucked me with something like surprise and soon began to enjoy her skill at it, as she heard me grunt with helpless appreciation.Now it was time for me to return the favour, and I wondered if she had ever been licked. Being the positive and obliging person she was, she might well have given a blowjob somewhere back in the mists of. If she could just get hers off he might get interested, she thought. Was he getting any peeks up her short’s legs when she was hen one down?When they took a break she had an idea. “Brian, come over here. I’m just burning up. Would you hose me down. Can’t hurt these clothes and would feel good.” She laughed as he did it and he wanted the same treatment. She made a point of spraying his crotch and it made him laugh. His eyes were on her chest a lot today, she happily observed.Later, when the job. Her outfit was made of a soft knit material, and consisted of a draped top and loose pants. The top was a soft pastel peach color and the pants were white. The clinging material highlighted the curvy, exciting body it covered. ‘Ah…I…I’m fine, Mrs. Clinton,’ Reg replied. Reg was on the step above Mrs. Clinton, looking down at her. He knew there were guys in the department who claimed they’d scored with the deputy chief’s wife, but he had never been sure whether or not they were lying. Judging.