I asked how she got away from being out all night. She told me she fucked her husband all week, gave him blow jobs and even let him fuck her ass, whic...h she hasn’t done in years. At least not with him. “I fucked him so much, he is totally spent,” she said. “He practically threw me out of the house.” We both laughed.“That was your plan?” I asked. “You know it girl,” she said. “Now lets go get us some cop cock.”We met at this bar that they hung out at with their cop buddies. All eyes were on us. His kiss was gentle; tender even and Hanna could take no offense. Her thoughts and feelings were reeling and it gave her no time to think or analyze his actions. His fingers again found her warm wetness and this time slid effortlessly through the silken folds. Hanna cried out when his knuckles brushed through her curls and rubbed over her clit. “Did you like that my love?” he asked, and rubbed her clit again but harder. Hanna’s knees threatened to buckle. Xander’s strong arm surrounded. It was also apparent her tits were still bound up with rope. Other than her sweat-soaked shirt, my sister had a fine sheen on her legs and arms like a Clydesdale would, after pulling a beer wagon all day.Jessie had purchased some macaroni from the deli counter in the gas station. He had made my sister dump it out on the curb and then sit on it and wriggle around. Her entire ass was covered in cheese. He’d then allowed her to slurp up the remainder right off the nasty, well-trodden concrete. I. It cleansed body, mind and heart. The refreshing breeze helped, too.Nancy lay to my left and to the left of her, Crooked Creek flowed by less than ten feet from the road. I turned toward her. I saw a face I'd studied most of my life, an effort always rewarded. Her porcelain nose uplifted ever so slightly above a wide smile surrounded by lips both sensual and full. Her warm brown eyes, bright and innocent, purified me even more than the setting sun.Nancy raised a foot in the air, toenails.