"Some lawyer. My wife Veronica is an a plane to Mexico to get a divorce."
Samantha fought to control her look of elation, but the way she pumped Grant's cock betrayed her joy. His prick pulsed wildly in her hand.
"Another call came in while you were sleeping," she told him. "You're on Administrative Leave until the Shooting Team holds a hearing about that thing last night. That won't be for a week, maybe two. And that means we've got all that time to play with that big fucker of yours."
"Aaaaahhhh, don't I wish. But you're back on duty at four this afternoon, remember?"
"Er, no – I'm off, too. I quit. I just can't take all the crap that goes with being a cop." Samantha leaned down and sealed her warm lips around the head of his stiffening cock.
"You quit? What the hell are you going to do?"
"Qooooh, I don't know… something I like better." She lowered her head again and pulled excitedly on his hard cock shaft.
"If you're planning to suck cock for a living, I'll have to slap your ass in the can. I'm still a cop, and that's all I know how to be."
"I know…" Her lips slid down his prick shaft like a wet velvet sleeve.
"Huuuunngh! You make it damn hard to carry on a serious conversation."
"You mean, I just make it damn hard! Look at how that big fucker is throbbing now!"
"I don't have to look. I can feel it!" Grant's craggy face split with a satisfied smile. That was the best thing to come out of all this. He had to grunt and hold back a thrilling swell of desire in order to form words. "I still want to know what you're planning to do when you hand in your badge."
"Well, there's a new opening I just learned about." She swung a leg across and crouched above his upraised cock shaft, anxiously working his prick head back and forth between the moist lips of her silver-haired pussy.
"Aaah, what new opening is that?" God, how he loved the way that sexy little bitch teased.
"Well, the pay is lousy, the hours are worse, and the fringe benefits are terrible. I'll never own a mink as long as I live… maybe one little tiny diamond."
"What the hell kind of work are you talking about?" She kept stirring his cock faster and faster, sinking down on it, wincing with every inch of prick meat she took in.
"Ooooooh, it's not really work. And I guess it's the one thing I've always wanted most to be."
"And what the shit is that?" His prick was in her cunt up to the root, and her pretty face had pulled itself into a knot of writhing joy. Her soft, silver curls shone in the morning light.
Samantha beamed him a loving grin and fucked herself wildly up and down on his hard cock shaft. "Haven't you figured it out by now?" she asked between lusty grunts. "Some detective you are! Aaahhhhhh!" She jerked her head back and began that exquisite wringing motion with her cunt.
"All I want to be is a cop's wife!"