Proof of her horniness in abundance. He pushed through the fog of liquor to concentrate. Somehow it worked. She moaned around his cock. Then just her ...hand fisted him while she moaned his name and shivered.“How do you want me?” he asked.“You could fuck me from behind me on our sides. But I’d rather look at you.” She rolled onto her back and lifted her legs up, framing her belly. He kneeled, his hands flat against her fine ass, his cock tapping playfully around her opening. He brought his thumbs. That is fucking tiny in your underwear bro."He laughs with her. You've heard this so many times before. The bulls are never bashful about calling out your lack of girth. Especially knowing you’re a cop."Jesus bro. Why don't you pull your briefs down? Let me see."As usual you demure feeling gay but he is engaged in emasculating you. The good bulls know how to do it effectively without going over the line. And she loves your emasculation. Karen puts her beer down and quickly reaches over yanking. " And still leaving f-a-r-e for f-a-i-r not to mention y-o-u-r and y-o-u-'-r-e." Mere pedantic trifles." She flung her arms round his neck. "Love you, New Daddy." Love you back, sweety." He gave her a peck on the nose.Zoë smiled brilliantly and danced off upstairs.Jerry settled down to some dusting and hoovering although the next important thing on his agenda was to welcome Emma home which he did thoroughly.Zoë came galloping down the stairs and tossed a folder on the kitchen table. "Ta-da,". I tried to be good, tried to settle down with the Tollers. I got a job as a bagger at a supermarket, and then I was a barista for a while.’ ‘I woke up a couple of weeks ago and knew that I didn’t belong there. I packed up everything and closed my bank account and took off. Mary, Mrs. Toller, and I shouted at each other until her face was beet red. She said I was ungrateful, that I had used them,’ a tear streaked down her cheek, ‘But I really am grateful. I love them more than they can ever.