The sandwiches were all a combination of ham and turkey. You could put a slice of cheese on it and doctor it up with whatever you wanted. They did hav...e a pile of hot peppers in a bowl near us. Chuck and Mercy were scooping a lot of them up before I could fork one.The lady with Chuck, the co-pilot introduced as 'Lisa' told me, "This is kind of 'serve yourself' around here. Coke or Mountain Dew is at the bar where the ice is. Coffee is from the big coffee maker, and if you want water, there are. "Jerry, please, you know what happened." Say it, tell me what he did to you." I wasn't getting off on this, in fact I had tears in my eyes. I wanted her to admit to everything she did." We walked into the house and Jim saw you asleep on the couch and laughed. He took me by the hand into his bedroom and undid my top and started sucking my breasts. It felt good; I can't deny that. He slipped off my bottoms and I lay on his bed. Jerry, that's enough, please." Finish the damn story; I want to hear. I’m glad. For once I can wear my tightest pants and my most plunging vest without the worry of guys drooling over me. OK, I admit it, I like it one way. I know you go home and wank yourself thinking about our tight little bodies. I know how you fantasize about us, when we’re on the cycling machine. Well yeah, when my pussy is rubbing on the saddle and there’s all that testosterone about – of course I’m going to get wet. We girls, we get all sweaty in the gym. It’s nice to have a hot, steamy. Ellie was just that, my own personal depraved slut. Or maybe I shared her with other guys, even though I never got that impression. But then who cares, she wasn’t a woman I was going to get envious over. The first time we met she was lonely and just recovering from the trauma of finding her apartment broken into, I was still the beat cop looking to make Detective one day.She needed attention as much as I needed to do something against my crush on my then partner. Boy was she hot, that uniform.