She started to rock her hips. She humped my thigh near my knee. I would occasionally push it into her so she could feel more pressure against her clit....I removed my knee and stuck my hand down her panties. Her pussy was so wet and slippery. She slouched down a little so I could have access to her tight little hole. I stuck a finger inside her and slowly penetrated her hole. She was breathing heavy so I added a second finger. Her breathing kept getting heavy, she was now panting in my ear."Oh. This woman, who I'd thought would be such an easy touch, was turning out to have more on the ball than I had expected. That she'd just call the cops like that, even though I KNEW she had dope in the house, suggested she was either crazy or had an in with the department somehow. I'd seen stuff like that before. More than one bad cop has stolen "product" during a bust, and then turned around and sold it himself.But besides being embarrassed—or maybe because of it—I was pissed off too. I wasn't. Eager to coax answers out ofme as to the mysterious female who had written the card, and alsosensing a prime opportunity to tease me, she had a mischievous grin onher face and a glint of keen interest in her eyes. "Who's Faith?" sheasked me at last, unable to contain her mounting curiosity any longer."Is there a girl in your life I don't know about? Spill, bro! Now!" That's... a funny story," I responded. The worst of the mental joltwas already wearing off--I was no stranger to unexplained. Since we were alone after our schools in afternoon and we used to to hug each other and bite each other as fun apart from playing different child games and generally in evenings we had a bunch of friends whom we used to meet up and play games like cricket, running race and hide and seek and so our was a big house our parents and elders suggested to play in our home only always and so as per the plan my friend pinky was the person who had to seek the hidden friendsSo as usuall my sister used to.