We chatted a lot, the talked on phone she liked me and I liked her and we decided to meet for coffee and though I had seen her pictures, I wouldn’t ...believe until I saw her for real. I was waiting for her at Coffee shop then there she was, in a single piece evening dress, which swept me off my feet. She never looked more than 25 yrs old, 5.4 tall, figure of 34 26 34 she used to work out to kill her time lucky me fair pouty lips and soft looking. We talked over coffee and I was using all my. We obey traffic laws in this county.”“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jennifer said.“I’m sensing a note of entitlement in your voice,” said the officer. “Am I inconveniencing you by stopping you?”“Isn’t a traffic stop inconvenient for anyone,” she quipped.The officer glared at her.“Ma’am, at the speed you were going, in this county, that could be considered reckless driving, so copping a attitude might not be your best course of action.”Jennifer sighed and instinctively rolled her eyes.“Ma’am, why. No one was athome, and so I could change clothes with no problems. But I had toadmit that my stuff wasn't even close to being as comfortable. Even thejeans, hers were somewhat elastic, mine not."So, when are we going swimming?" I asked with a broad grin."Swimming? Why do you ask?" Because of the Bikini?" I'm not going to put it on." What? You promised." No, I didn't. I said that I'd put it on if someone noticed that youwere wearing girl stuff. But no one noticed." You mean, I have worn a bra. . and it’s all mine! She placed a fingertip at the small of Vanessa’s back and then traced slowly and firmly down the crevasse of her buttocks to her ass-hole, rimming around it and gently pressing inwards (inducing muffled whimpers of arousal from the blonde bombshell), and then continuing – slower and more sensuously – to the base of the vaginal slit, rubbing upwards along its length to find the clitoral hood and the sweet nub of pleasure nestled underneath. She pressed against this and.