Brad asked, "Why is your halter wet, dear?"Surely I can't tell you, in front of your boss, that our sons had been sucking my boobs.So, Julie lied, "I ...got wet while washing the dishes."She knew it was an unconvincing lie. How could washing plates wet the fabric so exactly over her nipples and the surrounding area? Luckily her husband didn't ask about that. He and Mr. More just looked at the visible nipples.Then they sat down on opposite sofas. Julie sat next to her husband, facing Mr. More. He. Bill gave us directions to the restaurant, The Garden, and said he had some things to finish up at the office but would meet us in the bar. Karen gave Bill another, this time longer, hug and we left. When we got back in the car, sure enough, those panties were hanging there. I reached up and handled them in my fingers. "You little tease", I said. Karen leaned over against me. I could feel the softness of her breasts against my arm as she pressed herself into me, her hand felt my erection. Hearing her talk like that brought me right up to the edge and I was unable to maintain a slow and even rhythm. My struggle got weaker and I started to fuck her brutally.I’ll cum again when I feel you cumming. She whispers as she moved and fucked herself faster and faster on top of my sex device. Her voice became much sexier and lacking the nervousness it had a little while ago.Well that was all I could take. Listening her giving me go ahead and squirt my spermy juice into her, I held her tight. He thought briefly of the stories he had heard at the training camps, but he discounted them immediately. They were just local legends.They certainly seemed to be professionals. Their radio transmissions were all business. Funny, he had picked up something that he was sure the stupid cops would miss. There were sometimes silences for varying periods of time when someone should have been answering a question. It didn't ring true. He grinned suddenly as he realized what they were doing. They were.