I um, I don’t know what came over me” I said. “I’m sorry”“Don’t be sorry Mark, come back over here and do that again!” she said with a...smile.Did I tell you much I loved her smile, it just lit up the room. I couldn’t say no as we leaned forward again and started making out. She wrapped her arms around my head and then swung up on my lap so she was straddling me. I just couldn’t help it at that point, so I reached out and gently grabbed one of her tits. Even though she still had her shirt on it. It seemed that the police were everywhere. In every village, in every town and between each of them. Fortunately, however, they didn't seem to pay much notice to the girls, so Primrose's advice as to what to wear had seemed to bear fruit. However, to be on the safe side Sharon and Tracey kept as respectable distance between themselves and any police-woman (or occasionally police-man) as they could. Primrose's warnings had frightened the wits out of them. Although the police wore no more clothes. "Well, it looks like someone wasn't paying attention, and now needs some extra help," she said in a seductive tone. She got to my desk, kneeled down under it, and slowly lowered her mouth to my pussy lips. I gasped. She didn't touch them, she just lightly breathed on them, sending shivers through my whole body. I could not believe how sensitive my clit was that just her warm breathe would make me quiver. She stuck her tongue out and ever so gently started to lick up and down my lips, teasing. “The funny thing,” she said as she pulled the glass away and poured another, “The young stud we were talking about was you.” She then smiled and gulped down the vodka. She walked down the hall, “She just decided to make it happen. I thought it was a silly fantasy. I think you should leave now,” she told me as she entered one of the bedrooms. I was frozen with shock. It was quite a risk for Ellen to be talking about me like that. What if Mrs. Roma noticed something between us? Well I guess.