His hands brushed down her sides, becoming acquainted with the feel of her. His breath was warm on her neck as he considered how to proceed. She felt ...erself shiver as he licked a finger then drew it up along her exposed mid-line. She opened her eyes as he scooted away from her, watching him move over to the table. Her eyes opened wide seeing him pick up a pair of scissors, unsure of what he would do.After returning, he placed the scissors on her chest, letting the feel of the cool metal gnaw. I told her that so far I have been open to all of her desires, well minus the dildo up my ass part. For the most part I enjoy her fantasies and her newly found sexiness. One of the things she just started doing was she would walk over to me and prop one leg up on the table or desk, whatever to angle her pussy to my mouth level. She will then stick her fingers in my mouth, which already taste of pussy and are usually wet; so she must have been fingering herself just before this. After I get. The wound was bandaged and there wasn’t much too see.“Yeah, must have happened when I kicked that jerk after he shot you.”Leroy said, “I only have one question. How do we get home?”Smiling, Ed turned to see the two agents behind him looking at each other as they wondered which one would play taxi. Ed said, “You might want to help your partner follow the bad guys, so that leaves the FBI agent to be chauffeur.”The agent introduced himself, “I’m Special Agent Hans Standford, Dr. Biggers.”Ed. / /Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it./ Author’s Rambling: The third tale isn’t as polished as I usually prefer, but I’m out of time if I’m going to get these out for Halloween. I may, after I re-read it in a month, put out a revised version if I’m still not pleased with it. Live well! ————————————————– Prolog The pumpkin’s face wore a look of grim determination as it was buffeted by clouds. It was the.