The silence stretched out."Miss? You were the woman who was attacked last night, right?" heprompted."Er, yes. I was," I said."Ok. I was the officer wh... stopped the attack and I wanted to talk toyou last night but you bolted from the ambulance. Why?" he asked alittle more sternly.My mind was a mess, I couldn't think what to tell him."I don't have any ID at the moment," I admitted."Ok, that's no problem. Whats your name?" He smiled."I don't know," I mumbled."What do you mean, you don't know?" He. An ice cream vendor rolled into the parking lot in his van. Perfect timing.The three skateboarders, and the high school kid, along with Jim and myself, all descended on the ice cream truck. Jim ordered a small popsicle and I did the same, right after the high school kid. I didn’t have any money, so Jim offered to pay for me. I was very acutely aware that the three college dudes were right behind me, taking in a view of my ass, probably salivating. I peeled the paper wrapper off my pop-sickle. She came down the steps to greet him. She was about thirty three or four and still looked incredibly beautiful. He wondered why, having such a lovely wife, The Great Man found it necessary to seek his sexual gratifications elsewhere. But of course, that was what the public also thought, and since they did not know of his philandering they thought all must be well in The Great Man’s marital bed. Jemima smiled at him, displaying to considerable advantage what was truly a triumph for the art of. He moved closer to her, and suddenly wondered what he was meant to do about the thong, having never been in close proximity to one before. Should he move it aside? Take it off? Could he actually go through it? She seemed to sense the problem, and reached a hand round to move the little scraps aside. He looked at her, arse in the air, pussy dewing in the early evening light, and smiled. He had never had his wife this way before, and he was increasingly thinking what a good idea it was. He.
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