.. black girl, black hair, tall, that was it really." The officer looked at him and scribbled on a pad. He thanked Jack and walked back to his parked vehicle while talking on his radio. "What are you doing?" I would have thought it was obvious," Poppy teased. "Or are you so isolated up here..." She looked into his eyes and resumed kissing his cock and running her tongue over his manhood. "Gotta be better than the sheep, eh?" He sighed and grunted, panting as he squeezed his buttocks and muttered something to the young lady between his legs. He put his hands on the fence and watched as the Police car drove off. He closed his eyes, cried out and squirted his semen over the face of the exhibitionist.She ran her hand up and down his shaft and then kissed his cock with a smile and sat back on her legs. "I do that in public too," she cooed and got to her feet."Who are you?" Jack asked with a smile, and she just kissed him on the cheek."I'm the girl your mother always told you to avoid," she. My collar was up, a defence against intrusion as I set out on my quest. I’d ignored a call too long, and I thought I knew the right question now. The blast of warm air caressed me as I stood on the escalator and I closed my eyes. I let the clanking metal carry me down, feeling when to step off as the stairway flattened out. I could walk every step to my accustomed place on the platform with my eyes closed, though I’d never done it. And not tonight, either, my impatience forcing my pace. The Central Line train was soothing with its hums and hisses, and the impersonal recorded announcements. The woman’s voice was purged of anxiety, making every stop sound like an oasis of desire, a thrill of the chances waiting just beyond the ticket barriers. Holland Park then Notting Hill Gate. I ignored the alkies outside the station, unwilling to feed anyone’s addictions but my own. I walked along the quiet street, my hands deep in my coat pockets and my mind serenely empty. Then up the stairs to.
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