She stood, walking towards me. Wow, a sexy black bra and panty set with garter belt and black stockings! With all the anticipation I was incredibly ha...rd already, but this was almost too much! Jenny came to me and melted into my arms. We kissed long and hard. Our hands began to wander. “Brett, you are way too dressed for what I want to do to you,” she whispered. She tore my shirt open, buttons flying, yanked up my t-shirt and began kissing my chest. She found a nipple and bit lightly. I gasped.. I increased my finger fucking and rubbing her G Spot. My tongue worked more on her clit. The climax built up like a tidal wave and crashed all over her body at once. Her nipples stood up like little soldiers. Her clit was erect and out of its hood as I sucked on it. Her juices started running out of her pussy, down my fingers and over my hand. Her vagina was throbbing with its own rhythm. The sides of her pussy were squeezing my fingers until I thought they might break. She arched her. Bart had enough sense to try the knob before I kicked the door in. We cleared each room as we rapidly went to the source of the disturbance. Before I tell you what we found, I must tell you that in police work you can run into the oddest most bizarre situations imaginable. Truth is always stranger than fiction, and if that was the case here we had uncovered reality personified. This without a doubt was one for the books. As we entered the master bedroom ready to fire, it became clear very. I slowly pushed open the door to the one room he was not allowed in, the master bedroom. My aunt and uncle's king sized bed with its black comforter, tall bed posts and comfy mattress looked like a playground to the both of us. Samson wasted no time. No sooner had I closed the bedroom door and turned around, he was on his hind legs again, a paw on each shoulder, and his tongue probing my lips. I parted them for him and our tongues entertwined again, both of us starting to breath heavy as I.