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“My dog isn't dumb, He's never wrong!” Even though they were both hissing, the encounter was getting spectators, since their noses were practically touching as one glared and the other looked defensive. Mollie walked briskly over flashing to where Misty was bent over the cop's table, resting both her fists in a belligerent manner on the table. “Officer, why don't you join us? We have a booth and we can talk with some privacy. None of us here want to draw attention to ourselves. Do we?” She nudged Misty's hip with her own, hoping to break the spell. “That sounds like a good suggestion,” the cop replied, rising from her seat and following Molly to the privacy of their booth, stalked by a still-seething Misty. Mollie slid into the booth first, followed by the officer, who therefore ended up sandwiched between the two women. Mollie waited until everyone was seated before speaking. “Well, hello officer. Nice to see you again.” It was difficult to tell if her voice carried any sarcasm. “I'm Mollie to my friends, and this grumpy girl is Misty.” While trying to keep a stern façade, the cop introduced herself. ”Evening again, Ma'am. I'm Officer Brady.” Mollie answered softly – her voice barely over a whisper. “Since you've had your hands up my genitals, I think we can dispense with last names and use our first names. Don't you?” The officer's cheeks reddened to a light pink, and her shoulders drooped. “I'm Sara, and I was merely doing my job, Mollie. No disrespect intended.” “Is indian that Sara with an 'A' or with a silent 'H' – like 'you have the right to remain silent', Officer?” Misty asked, her anger still visible, obviously not prepared to back down one bit. “I'm Sara with an 'A' and yes, I was following you unofficially. My dog has never alerted wrong before, and I was curious.” She saw the look on Misty's face and quickly added, “Not in a malicious way. I can see that that you aren't drug dealers – hookers perhaps.” She noted Misty unconsciously curving her hand into a fist. She held up her own hand in a 'stop' motion. “Again, no disrespect intended. But every male under ninety, and some females here, are imagining you both naked. Not that it needs a lot of imagination.” She grinned wryly. outdoors “So why are you following us?” Misty asked truculently. “We aren't drug dealers or hookers. Mollie has a trust fund as well as a very rich and powerful husband. I work for a bank. Neither of us has the need to resort to crime or knowingly have anything to do with criminals!” Her veins were standing out on her neck and her face was flushed with anger. Sara looked startled. “Wait. You have a husband, Mollie? I thought you two were a couple?” When neither answered, she continued, “Anyhow, my K9 alerted, and he's never wrong.” Seeing Misty open her mouth to argue, she added, “But because I searched both you and your car, Mollie, I can confirm he alerted wrong. It's never happened before. He's actually quite famous in the PD for being the best drug dog in Texas. It jolted him and as he lifted the receiver he was pleased to hear his mother's soft voice saying 'hai'. I gave outdoors the turkey neck to indian Sonja, telling her to peel off as much flesh as possible to be added to the gravy. I looked at Mr. Woodburn and shrugged. Dakota leans her head on my chest. I can't wait flashing for you to suck my cock before I fuck your wife with it. I'm way over-stimulated and it's driving me insane. She said, “Calvin told me I had to come to you before I could clean up.” I smiled and said, “You look so beautiful. Thanks, mom.” We hugged and cuddled tenderly, sighing deep, before heading to the doctor’s shower. “And my pussy?” she suggested. Laying her head on my arms i tightened my grip on her. “Don’t you remember our conversation from a couple of years ago? Her chest heaved. In your case that is a whore well you are really just a wannabee Putting my phone into my left hand, I grabbed my dick with my right and began to pump it directly over Laurel’s chest, knowing that I’d cum at any time. I think I know when he entered.... as J rolled her eyes away from me and to him. She hated condoms, for sure.