He rented an area large enough to hold his belongings at less than fifty percent of the going rate. He and Lucy were done well before 11:00 and Lucy rushed upstairs to help me with assfucked my clothes. She took one look at some of my wrinkled shirts and slacks and shook her head. “This will never do, Matt,” she said as she scooped the clothes off the hangers. “I’ll pass these to Ingrid. You won’t recognize them when she’s washed and ironed them.” Then she kissed me again and I hoped she’d repeat that every day of our lives. We met with Daryl in the dining room for lunch and Lucy asked what he wanted to eat. “What do you have,” he asked. Lucy and I laughed. “Just tell me what you’d like.” “Um…how about grilled ham and cheese, maybe with some chips?” “What would you like, Matt?” “That will work for me, too. Two sandwiches for me, please.” Lucy just shook her head and gave me an expression that said, “DUH!” She disappeared into the kitchen for a minute and was back, sitting in my lap and hugging me. I enjoyed the softness of her cheek against mine until the cook served our first sandwiches and Cokes on ice. We talked and joked while we ate then we spent the afternoon at the anal pool. Unfortunately, Daryl’s presence meant no sex and bathing suits the entire time. We went out ass to dinner at Carter’s. I wasn’t at all surprised when Jasmine joined us, lightly kissing Daryl’s cheek before taking her seat. For some reason we didn’t have to wait at all even though the restaurant asian was crowded. I guessed that was an advantage of owning the business. We spent the next morning really showing the city to Daryl. This was more than a sightseeing trip. As a police officer knowledge of the city, its neighborhoods, and streets was essential, although with GPS it wasn’t as critical as it was twenty years ago. Lucy and I had driven Daryl and Max for almost three hours when Daryl commented, “I can see why you like it here, Matt. It’s a beautiful small city and all the people I’ve met so far seem to be friendly. Lucy, what do we do about uniforms?” I interrupted because japanese I’d had a few ideas that I had researched at home and with Chief Paul McCormick by phone. “Lucy, unless I’m mistaken the police force currently buys uniforms for the men and they are responsible for their care. Is that right?” “Yes, that’s the way it’s always been, why?” “I did a little research at home and also with my friend Paul McCormick, the chief of police in Memphis. I think we could do better with a uniform rental company. Each man would get a week’s supply and the uniforms would be washed and pressed and the process repeated every week. They would be responsible for any repairs and replacements. Paul has told me that they save more than $17,000 a year by leasing. We wouldn’t save as much, but there would be some and there’s also the benefit of having the police look more professional. I’d also like to make some uniform changes. “I don’t like brown for police. It reminds people of Hitler’s storm troopers and many black people find it offensive.” “Is that true, Daryl?” “It is, Lucy. I guarantee you that after we fuck all day I will still go “Yes, I see and agree. I slid first one then a second finger inside me. I could feel the egg vibrating away. Melinda took a night of rubber chicken and stale speeches and turned it into a night of magic and mystery. “Ah, sorry, just enjoying the view.” She grinned a little, “You know, I really think you should-...” My head was a bit fuzzy as to what day it was. And then ass the unthinkable happened – Cpt. At this point Cindy was shaking her head from side-to-side, and begged, "No. Please don't cut my clit off. It was then she started to question his sexual orientation, when her and the other lady witnessed their men enjoying oral with each other. But it wasn’t enough. Imagine you try to help her, and you screw up, and make things worse for her. He grabbed the doorframe and heaved himself back outside. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. “English?” F..U..C..K ... “I guess gods don’t need to worry over trivial things like modesty, do they, Sister?” Night Eyes grinned, pulling her shirt over her head. It had been days since he had masturbated, and Emily sucked and stroked his cock over anal and over – more and more hot liquid slid out Ryans cock until he lay gasping and sweaty, and his balls drained – into Emily’s mouth, his daughter's mouth. That was where the human traits ended. I’m not the greatest cook in the world, but how do eggs, bacon, japanese and English Muffins sound to you? Lily was fairly sure that Brett expected her to go for four fingers, or maybe pull out some sort of toy. People were dancing in various degrees of robed and unrobed. Before the meeting ended asian the vote to appoint me had been conducted with the vote going eight in favor and only one opposed. Moments after the two were unclothed below the waist he pushed his sister to her stomach then moved up and over her. “Sven...” she said and then she kissed me. Then he slipped his hands assfucked into the waistband of my jogging pants and right into my hot pussy. She seemed insanely calm and normal to be doing this under the table. We need to formulate a plan on how to combat this huge issue.