If Sergeant Michaels sends me in to buy drugs or guns, I might be recognized. It could put me in danger," I suggested."You do have a point, but refusi...g the interview is not an option. So what do you suggest?" he asked."If we do the interview outside, I can wear my knit cap over my ears and the official cap over that. If I also wear dark glasses and explain to the reporter it should make it almost impossible to recognize me from the interview." I hoped that he bought it. Even though the odds of. I always love watching her nude body move. There’s something magical about the curves of her body, and the line that runs from one to the next--from her chin down her long throat, her chest and finally her breasts. Then her ribs and flat, flat stomach flowing into the thin strip of pubic hair. The line of her spine running down to her ass and hips, curving around and then down to those legs. All that amazing skin. At times I thought myself way too lucky to be banging (and in love with) someone. But very welcome." Follow the feelings," he replied. "See where they lead thee."She pulled her gown to open it further. "What thou are doing ... would feel good on the other side, too."Jonas alternated tonguing her left and right nipples. Harrah's breathing had deepened and become soft panting.He eased her onto her back and pulled her gown fully open. For the first time he beheld her nude body -- her slender, shapely legs, and firm abdomen. "Thou art beautiful, Harrah."Jonas smoothed his hand. Susan pulled stuff out of the refrigerator, they ate out of containers and drank out of bottles, no glasses no dishes, not forks, just fingers. They ate like beasts, eating, swallowing, drinking and no conversation.As they finished and put away the food Susan took Robert by the hand and led him into the family room. It was a little more private than the living room. As they walked into the room Susan dropped her hand and started to rub Roberts back. Up and down his strong straight back, she ran.