But he was in no way anadvocate for minorities, he just didn?t care.Another tenet that he believed in was never to shit where you eat, inother words, ...he didn?t fuck policewomen. He?d had plenty of offers,especially from some of the young greenhorns who had become infatuatedwith him while partnering with him, even though he treated them likeshit. Penelope finished stacking files and moved back to her desk andRandy moved up to window.?Hey are you Bishop?? He banged on the plexiglass which woke. I'd only caught a glimpse, but the sound of his ridiculous laugh drifted back to me across the common room."I'll be back in a bit. I just saw somebody I need to talk to," I said while standing up."If you don't see us here, we'll be up in the room," Annette said with a wave.I tossed a few coins on the table as I turned toward the door. "Next round's on me."The girls cheered, and I laughed as I headed for the door. My mirth vanished when I exited the door and didn't see the old man. I heard his. His hands rose to the waistband of her panties. For the second time that night they were being tugged down over her thighs. Male hands-rough, male hands; rough, male, eager hands pulled them down over the tops of her stockings and down her long shapely legs. For the second time that night they rested around her ankles and for the second that night she would step out of them as strong, firm, male hands gripped her thighs and pulled her against an expectant mouth and eager tongue. For the second. I shifted back. His cock nudged me again. My pussy lips loved the feel of him. My hips swiveled to the side, pressing against his crown. It nuzzled into my labia and... I slid down his shaft. My eyes widened at the hot feel of his thick cock spreading me open. My back arched. I let out a long, shuddering moan as my pussy swallowed every inch of my Daddy’s incestuous dick.“I did it, Daddy!” I moaned out in delight, my butt-cheeks resting on his leather-clad thighs.Daddy slammed the passenger.