"Now stroke it for me, sissy." Peter raised one hand and wrapped itaround the attendant's stiff cock. He had never touched another cockbefore--it felt...so warm and smooth."Mmmmmmmm. That's right, squeeze it." Peter felt it twitch in his lefthand as he gripped it, giving it several good squeezes. "Ohhh yeah.That feels good, sissy. Now really stroke it for me."Peter began moving his hand back and forth on the stranger's cock,pulling on it. As his hand slipped over the head a huge drop of. Even though they were told to go home and get some sleep, neither could rest until they catch a lead for tomorrow. “Hanson Noi, the leader, German born.”“Never heard of him,” Sam remarks, setting down her folder.“These guys are mostly small,” Spencer says. “His parents disappeared and found dead when he was still a small child. He went into an orphanage until eighteen and then he disappeared. He later reappeared when Ghost was started.”“And the other?” she inquires.“The other is Rudolph Verner. Willow and Tara were her friends. Almost her s*sters, even. And yet here she was invading their privacy in the middle of their most intimate act. What if they saw her? What would they think? What if Buffy came home?All these thoughts raced through her head but she couldn't take her eyes off the two women before her. Willow was running her fingers through Tara's hair as she sucked on her neck. Dawn watched as Tara's hand slowly went from Willows stomach down to her crotch. She rubbed her through. He needed to get his suspicions under control, every time he felt good, something like this happened. It wasn’t like she was asking for it, she just seemed to attract the wrong type of crowd. ‘Is that what life would be like married to her? Can I live with that?’ He thought back to the incident at the beach. He was ready to kill that guy. Without realizing it, Greg’s hands made an angry fist. He didn’t understand it. ‘All these years’ he asked himself, ‘without any anger showing itself and now.