Every cop’s dream. Headlights on the bridge caught his eye. He watched until the car passed and its blazing red tail lights disappeared on the othe...r side. “What’s your name?” he asked. She didn’t answer. Tom glanced down the walkway to his left. Then behind him. Nothing. Turning right, he followed the way down to the dock, stopping just in front of her clothes. “Why here?” he asked. “You two could’ve gone anywhere. And not have been caught.” She shut her eyes. “What’s your name?” he. ***Three hours later a black hearse parks behind the truck. Three slender silhouettes step out. Two women and a man. Two of them are slightly over dressed, the third would not be out of place in nineteenth century French brothel. The older woman wears a long black dress with a steep V-shaped cleavage, the man a black tuxedo with a blood red necktie and the young one is wearing a skimpy black lace see though top with no bra under it and a tiny tiny mini skirt over fishnet stockings.From across. ”. She told me Robert would not be at home for at least the next two 2 hours, so if I came for my friend I should come back later. While we walked to the living room I told her I knew Robert was not in, but that I was so stupid to have forgotten my keys and that there was nobody home so I could not get in. That is why I came over. Well she said, here it is warm and you know you are always welcome, giving me a warm smile again. She asked me if I wanted something to drink, coffee, tea or a coke. I took out a tube of chapstick and rolled it completely out of it's shell, I then smashed it in my hands and rubbed it all over his cock until it glisten with a lubed sheen. I stood up and turned my back towards him. I slid my foot out of my shoe and rubbed his hard slick cock with my stocking foot. I then leisurely slid my pantyhose halfway down my ass as I shook my butt from side to side slowly, sensuously. I took my finger, still slick from the mashed chapstick, and slid it in and.