“…Fuck me!”
Jane had no idea why she loved being taken and used like this—bent over a car hood, panties down around her thighs, while Peter/Mr. Milf porn Well, she was going to try… Which were just beginning, Jane thought to herself with a grin. Jane was smiling as she softly closed the door again and headed upstairs.Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Well, Miss Herlihy! And what brings you here of a Sunday?”
Chrissy smiled at the sergeant at the front desk. “Hi, Uncle Finn. I just remembered I didn’t put some files away, and you know how Dad is about leaving things around.”
“Too right you are.”
Finn wasn’t really her uncle but had been a friend of the family for longer than she could remember—and an army buddy of her father’s before that—and thus had always been ‘Uncle Finn’ to her. She patted his shoulder as she hurried past him and down the stairs that led to the File Room, where she worked.
