I almost stuttered as I asked, "Who made me the boss?"The answer was either — "I did!" or "ME!" depending on who you were listening too. Everyone st...rted to laugh and giggle as they realized just how quickly and finally they had spoken. They did this without even having a discussion about it.Roberta stood up and calmly said that it was obvious that I was a natural leader, since everyone felt the same way without even having to discuss the matter. Again everyone agreed with her and made it clear. The bullets soar past him, hitting asphalt and newsstands and other cars. He jinks left and right to avoid being hit. Then pulling his gun Spencer returns fires on the two men. Instantly he hits one, causing the man to lunge forward and fall onto the street. He cannot avoid the fallen man and the impact nearly jars him from the bike.The other soldier ducks back behind a few crates and resumes firing at the agent. Spencer cannot risk civilians getting injured so he has to do something and do it. I watch as your slender throat moves with each swallow. I want to kiss it and bite it but I have to control myself. I don’t want to break you too soon.“What am I doing here? Who are you? Why….,” you assault me with a hundred different answers that all share one answer.I raise my hand to stop your talking. “Because I caught you.”Suddenly your face becomes enraged. I smile. This is the reaction I was waiting for.“I am not an a****l. You can’t do this!”On and on you scream and yell, the whole time. Derrick always liked to make me talk dirty, about his huge cock and he liked to create scenarios about me in wild sexual situations. He liked to imagine me being fucked by several well hung chaps taking me in every hole at once or with another girl who could make me dribble cum.I loved his stories and they always made me have a great orgasm as well as himself. But tonight was different. We had been drinking and just finished watching some great porn and we were really randy. Our daughter Amelia.