I remember In junior high after vacation bible school one day ending up in a little broom closet with two of the most popular and certainly hottest g...rls in my school playing truth or dare and french kissing with both of them like i had never french kissed before. That's as far as it went but i was happy for what had happened and knew none of my friends would believe a word of it. I wouldn't have believed them either but that was not about to stop me from kissing and telling.Then a couple of. “In two hours we’ll be safe and sound in the mountains, just the two of us. It’ll be a nice little vacation, minus the working from home.” Danielle leans over and gives me a kiss and I start the engine. “Here we go!” I pull out of the driveway and head on our way.Half way through the trip, I feel my wife’s hand on my leg. I look over at her and she just smiles at me. She moves her hand up a little and I can start to feel a stirring in my cock.. She couldn’t help it, it was a part of herself, like any other. Every so often it would come upon her, and she would just need it, to hear the screams, the whimpers, the begging. She would feed off it, the power and the pain, the suffering, making her feel whole for a little while, sated at last. It was why she had become an interrogator, after all, despite her main occupation in the army being so successful that she didn’t need to pursue something else on the nights she wasn’t on duty. And. I really needed someone to talk to and he was always a good listener. "Hard day at the office, Teague?" He asked as I ordered a beer. "Very. My last case was a real bear." "Oh?" "Yeah. Old soul in for an 'op life." "You're kidding? Here? I didn't know there were any old souls still here, I thought they'd all moved on." I shrugged. "There's still a few around." The waiter returned with my drink. Prelay raised an eyebrow as I drained the beer in three long gulps and ordered another before the.