Chapter 2:
Later that evening Sara came home to the smell of vegetarian lasagna.
"Smells good in here. Need any help?" she said, kissing her husband.
Gil smiled, "Wash up. All I have to do is set everything on the table."
They talked about how their day went over dinner.
Sara told him that she had finally wrapped up a case that she and Greg had been working on for almost three weeks.
"Did you decided on a case for your class?" she asked.
"I did," he replied, "I think it is one the kids will enjoy."
"Tell me," she said.
They cleared the table, started the dishwasher them moved into the living room where Gil finished telling Sara about his choice.
"3 years ago there was a string of burglaries. All of them were either fast food places or street vendors," Gil said.
"I remember. There was two to three a week. Never any decent leads," Sara said, "Nick took it as far as he could then the sheriff to him to file it. He said there was more important cases to worry about."
"The good part was that, even thought some of the employees and customers were hurt, there were no fatalities," Gil added.
"I think your right," Sara said, "I think the kids will like that one."
Gil nodded, "Most all of them visit those places and I am sure that some may even remember what happened. That is the main reason I chose this case."
Sara stood, "Sounds like a good one. I'm off to the shower. Have court first thing in the morning so I want to call it an early night."
"Will be there as soon as I lock up," Gil said, "You have a promise to keep."
"Do I?" she said, a tease in her voice, "I have no idea what you are talking about."
Sara came from the shower to find her husband sitting on the bed. Softly she eased him down, they shared kisses as she used her hand to bring his manhood to full size.
Gil kissed his way down her chest, enjoying the enticing sweetness of her warm body. He stopped at her enlarged nipples, pulling one into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.
The sound of soft moans come from the depth of Sara's throat as he moved his hand down her body, across her belly and stopping at her mound of curly hair.
Lightly, he traced over her mound, barely touching her bud, smiling as her legs opened to him.
His fingers dance around her bud.
He brushed against the bud and she arched up, moans of pleasure was all he heard.
Gil moved his attention to solely to her bud, his fingers dancing around it.
Sara was lost in ecstasy as her womanhood throbbed with pleasure, he eased her to her side and lay behind her.
Entering her from behind his manhood rubbed her g spot as his fingers once more danced around her nub. Sara's body shuddered violently, her inner walls clenched down on his manhood as he felt her intense climax.
His thrusts and the feel of Sara's climax sent him over the edge, Gil released himself into a raging orgasm, his body contracting and pulsing with exquisite pleasure.
Gil wrapped her in his arms, pulling her closer to him.
"Good night, my love," he whispered.