Either way you're fucked." The cop patted her foot."We know who you are and where you live and if we can find that out inthe time it takes for you to... be carted down here and put in a hospitalbed, you can bet they already know too." Who was the john?" the cop asked again."Fuck you... lawyer." Poppy glared at the cop."Suit yourself but you're giving us a statement either here ordowntown." The cop went over to the door, then stopped and turned toher."Classy girl... no panties." The cop smiled. I have to be well plastered, before, I start singing in public!" Where was this pub, what's it called and would anyone remember you being there?" Jesus shit, I don't know. It was a pub in the village on Galway Bay somewhere. But the way I sing I doubt they will forget me in a hurry. Talk to George over at the Queens Head, he arranged the bloody trip, he's bound to know what the village is; even if he can't remember the name of the pub. Why do you want to know anyway?" Oh, you were on George's. " With that, she removed the thong, draped it across Mike's face and sat down on the floor at Sally's feet."Linda's right," said Mike. "There's nothing they can do that we can't do better. We'll treat that as background music and we'll carry on ourselves. Number three."Without saying a word, his wife rose and moved into the centre of the room. Selma, the oldest of the four women, has a voluptuous body that has been well cared for, sumptuous curves but no surplus fat. Her underwear, like. ‘Let’s see what we can do to return the favor,’ she said mischievously with a wicked smile on her lips. She moved her ass around on my stomach and placed both her hand on my chest making little swirls with her palms gently touching my skin. She quietly hummed to herself while her fingers traced imaginary figures across my chest and continued to wiggle her bottom on my stomach. She put both hands on my chest and slid her bottom down my waist until she was stopped by my cock slapping her ass and.