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  • At least 2 couples were still at it when Ryan and I went to bed and I got fucked. Barbara always liked to live life in the fast lane. As brilliant as she was beautiful, she graduated at the top of her class at USC and received a law degree with honors. Rather than go into a lucrative but dull position as a big corporate lawyer she decided to become a street cop and learn law from the bottom up. She reasoned that the mean streets of LA were about as close to the bottom as you could get so she started her career wearing a blue suit and a badge. A tall natural blonde, she excelled in competitive sports and always had to win at whatever she did. Just playing Lacrosse in college wasn't good enough; she worked until she was captain of the team. She honed her perfect athletic body for hours at the gym and could often be seen amateur running at dawn in the soft sand along the beach. With less than a year on the job she had the best arrest record of a rookie ever to come out of the Academy and was promoted to an elite crime squad to work under cover. This gave her the chance to get rid of the blue uniform and wear expensive suits tailored to flatter her perfect figure. Shortly after joining the force Barbara was nearly killed in a shootout with a street punk high on crack. He came at her with a .38 Saturday night special and was still able to get off several shots after she put three 9mm rounds in his chest. The incident so unnerved her that she bought a combat modified .45 automatic and practiced with it until she could blow the center out of a silhouette target before her shell casings hit the ground. It was late November and the rains came to LA. This time of year they only last long enough to wash down the dirty streets and leave them slick and treacherous. Barbara arranged a late night meeting with a snitch and offered to pay well for information on a heroin shipment rumored to be sitting in San Pedro. She had a thousand dollars in her purse and the meet was in one of the nastier neighborhoods of South Central. The rain had stopped several hours ago but fog and mist were still heavy in the warm night air. Decrepit neon signs and shabby Christmas decorations reflected reds greens and yellows off the wet pavement in a kaleidoscope of color. A few streetlights that hadn't been shot out cast an eerie glow in the mist. Barbara parked her car and decided to walk several blocks to where her snitch hardcore would be waiting. An eerie silence hung in the air as the click of high heels echoed off dark buildings. “Well, thanks, that’s good to hear. I put my hand on Trisha's cheek. Focused on this, James imbued his fist with power. It was cold. Reel to Reel Tape deck, Record player, FM Radio, Television Set (Black & White). If this teacher keeps it up I'm sure he will give you your first child." She kicked her legs. Then you let go of the bra and it falls off of you. Long locks of his light brown hair spilled out into the open air, and Logan smirked as amateur he looked around him. She let out a small moan as my lips and tongue danced around on her skin. “Come my husband, I really need you now,” Ponni called to him as she knelt on all fours and Muthu, quickly taking up position behind her, rammed her from behind. She was panting heavily and seemed to be struggling to stay awake. "Uuuugghh . . Fuck yesss. I had no Plan B. Hell, for that matter, I didn't even have a Plan A. Pavel settled more comfortably into his seat, graciously permitting Carissa to catch his ash in her cupped hands. I begin to unbutton her blouse. "Don't let me mess you up." They looked a bit big on her, but he did think she looked cute. “Just a few hardcore cells,” PLATO responded. "Years of planning," Sarah chuckled half to herself, "I will make you beg me Julie Cooke, beg me to allow you to cum and when you do you know what I will do?" I said, “ Mariana, I’m hungry, should we go out to eat?” She was panting and massaging her breasts as she felt Momo’s soft, feminine tongue slither through her.