Karen did seemed a little nervous but if I hadn't seen the fresh semen in her panties I never would have guessed that anything was wrong. When Karen f...inally spoke she said, "What time did you get home last night? I never heard you come in."I said, "I came home around midnight as usual." I didn't offer any more information than that. Then I asked, "What did you do last night?"The question didn't seem to bother her. She looked at me and said "I just watched TV and read a little. I went to bed. He knew it was at least her fifth time of going with at least two other girls to the park to play, "Whore Corps". That's what they called it.The police officer did not know how lecherous he felt about his girl right then. And neither did she.At first he had felt so guilty. As she grew from youth into a woman, even while in grade-school, just after her mother and brother died in a car accident, she had reminded him of his deceased wife. But he tried not to think of her that way. In fact, he had. "Let's go dancing," she said, her beautiful face coming to life at the idea. Admittedly, I wasn't much of a dancer, but I figured what the hell. I wasn't going to pass up the chance to go watch Elizabeth get her groove on."Sure, sounds good. You may want to change clothes though," I said, referring to the bathrobe she was still wearing. Glancing down, she laughed and said "Oh yes. I don't think this would do at all. Give me 5 minutes to change and we can head out,"I went to the spare bedroom I. And then she made some kind of move that for some reason I thought was an invitation. It was the way she crossed and recrossed her leg in rapid succession, I think. Anyway I turned into her and knelt between her legs. She asked what I was doing. I did not answer. I gently parted her legs and went down on her. She did not object. I put my face between her legs and thought I just wanted do to this for a moment or two. Her pussy was moist, and musty smelling. It tasted good. She had rather large.