I took a picture of his badge, his nametag and finally his face. Then I took a picture of each of them."What the hell do you think you are doing?" the... one with the Sergeant's stripes asked."Ask the officer here what he was doing taking my picture," I suggested. "I think there is such a thing as professional standards where you work. If not there should be," I said."I wasn't taking a picture," the officer said."Of course not, and I didn't really take yours either," I said. "Of course it might. Her lips were bravely set.Encouraged, he carefully parted the two halves of the dress, revealingher cobalt blue corset. The sight of it, contrasted with the milk-white skin of Flora's perfect neck, made him sigh with desire. Withfingers slightly atremble, he slipped the dress off her shoulders,exposing the top of her white camisole, with its low, heart-shapedcollar, which barely showed the top of her corset. The tops of Flora?sbreasts were now visible. He kissed the cleft between them. . My eyes popped open and I leaned up a bit to look down my body. I was slightly surprised to see my wife laying between my legs, gently sucking my cock. She looked up at me and grinned around my cock as she flicked her tongue around the head.“Good morning,” I said to her as she continued to lick the head of my cock. A spasm rocked my body as she slurped on the head one last time.“Good morning,” she replied with a grin before she returned to sucking.“Did we have something to do today,” I. It didn't make much sense to me that our fill in cook would know more than all the doctors Mama had been to. Marijuana was illegal besides. I had grown up in an environment where we were taught that our bodies were God's temples, and we weren't even supposed to drink or smoke. We were taught to eat good, and to exercise ourselves often, to keep our temples in good shape for God. I had seen Mama during many of these depressions, and she wasn't taking care of her temple anyway. I didn't think.