1. There Are No Limits, part 2


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Anal, Shemales, Taboo, Author: asphalt3, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster

    my window. This was bad, since I really don't like rain because a lot of the more interesting people stay home. &#034Fuck&#034 I growled as I stood at the window looking down at the city getting a huge shower. About 5' o'clock, with the Cubs game canceled, I called Woodard. &#034Hey, man, you working tonight?&#034 &#034Actually, I just got off the morning shift. Only three arrests, even the hookers don't come out.&#034 &#034Listen, I was thinking...you want to go to the Pink Kitty?&#034 &#034The Pink Kitty? Isn't that the place where you can meet transgirls that might be hookers?&#034 I sighed. &#034Dude, not as cops. We're not on the job. I want to get laid. And so do you.&#034 Woodard replied. &#034Yeah, but I gotta go in at...&#034 &#034Bullshit, meet me downstairs in two hours.&#034 Forgiving my hubris, the rains ceased at 6:36, The fog, however, remained, though lightened. When Woodard showed up, he was wearing a black button-down with black slacks, and he was wearing his fucking glasses. I shook my head, but jumped into his car and we drove off. The Pink Kitty is about 10 blocks west of my building on Irwin Park and Northpoint. If you don't know about it and don't see the tiny sign next to the door, you'll miss it. On Sundays, its not packed but you can meet some bored girls who either want to play without their friends or with them. Woodard and I walked in and sat at the bar. I ordered a shot of Southern Comfort and Woodard had a Grey Goose and Dr.Pepper. I looked at ...
    him and raised an eyebrow and he shrugged and said &#034it's an acquired taste.&#034 We swiveled on our chairs and scanned the room. We're cops. It's automatic. I sucked down the first shot of SoCo and got another. As I did, I noticed a tall thin blonde with statuesque legs and her friend, a bigger brunette girl with cleavage and a floral print skirt. I looked at Woodard and he at me, and then both of us looked at the girls. Who were looking right back at us. Etiquette says you're supposed to hold the stare long enough to communicate interest. Woodard turned away after ten seconds, and, unnerved, I swiveled around to look at him. &#034What's this?&#034 I asked. &#034Why'd you stop?&#034 &#034They only want drinks,&#034 he replied. I was about to respond when the tall blonde was suddenly right next to him. &#034Hello.&#034 she said to him, her eyes crystal blue and her small breasts in his face. He looked up at her, gave her a half smile, and signaled to the bartender. As he did, she said. &#034John, whatever he's having, I'll have, and put them both on my tab.&#034 He looked somewhat surprised, and I smothered a smile. As I turned away, the brunette was at my elbow, which kind of was startling, and she said &#034Hi.&#034 Great Conversations it wasn't. As we do, I gave her the once over. She's a big girl, but cute face, brown eyes. Of course, her breasts could stop a truck, but that wasn't exactly on my mind. Okay, it was, but I wanted to find out more about her. &#034So, what ...
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