Beaver pelt.Bones led off with photos. Posing me in different lights. Having me change into different outfits that I’d brought along. Courtesy of Mr... Kenneth. I guess this is my undress-in-front-of-strangers week.Bones shot me from several angles, color and black and white. He nodded at Matt, “Full deck — license, passport, cards. I have all the blanks, just need to insert the photos. Age everything some.”“Good man.”“The Hawkins history is already activated. Financial, police, personal. It’ll. Roland staggered around, trying to make himself a hard target, until he got his sight back. Already he was seeing a bit. Roland got a sense of elation, and a goodbye that he knew was from Haflor.The glowing form of Haflor was gone. The man on the ground was unconscious. Roland was not sure what happened. He was about ready to shoot the man on the ground when he heard a voice, as if from a vast distance, tell him that all was well.Roland relaxed his pull on the bow. The figure on the ground. She was soon back on top of me, rubbing those breasts over my body, letting me taste each nipple. When she worked her way down to my cock, she started rubbing her breasts around it. Working up slowly to a faster pace, soon I was titty fucking her soft breasts. She smiled up at me with those beautiful lips. Are you enjoying your birthday present so far? She asked me, licking her lips. I smiled, Of Course was all I manged to say, my cock still throbbing between her breasts. This is only just. You follow me into the kitchen, I put it in the fridge with a wink, you frown, and I tell you it's for later. As I close the fridge door, I give you a hug and crush my lips to yours. My tongue slips between your lips, and mmmm, I taste your strawberry lip gloss. As you respond, I turn you round and tilt you forwards so you have to put your hands on the fridge door to support yourself. You start to protest but I step forward, one foot between yours, my hands on your waist, fingers just under.