“Human below,” the alien replied, keeping his scope on his target. The weapon kicked back against his shoulder as he popped off a couple more roun...s, the barrel of his rifle flashing with pink residue.“So you took the first shot, and missed?” she snarled. “If you had alerted me, we could all have fired on it at once. Use your tiny bird brain next time you want to bag yourself a prize. How many?”“One in sight,” the Kig-yar replied, “an Imp.”“An Imp?” Alba repeated, her brow furrowing. “What were. ’ I laughed, my little family filling me with lightheartedness. ‘I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.’ *** The park was full of people trying to soak up the last bit of summer before the full Northeastern cold set in. We were in view of a large stone fountain, small children throwing in their pennies as their parents snapped photos on their phones. Couples strolled around leisurely, holding hands, looking endlessly happy. Still couldn’t hold a candle to how happy I was. ‘You know, this is. On several occasions he stood there running the sheer material of one of her stockings over his cock.There were no granny panties to be found. There may have only been three or four pairs of bikini panties, the rest were all thongs or g-strings in every color. Some were lace, some were sheer, some tied at the hips. Some particular pairs caught his attention because they were so incredibly skimpy, just three strings with a tiny triangle of material in the front.He would look at her dresses, feel. You were finally here. You were doing this. Ever since you were a little kid, all you could dream of was becoming an Overwatch agent. What kid didn't want to go on missions and save the world?Of course, they gave up on those dreams and settled for more realistic ideals. Being a doctor, or an engineer. But you never gave up. You kept up your fitness, you practised every single thing they asked for in the entry exams. Combat training, rapid-fire IQ tests, decision making. You learnt three.