It made no fucking sense whatsoever! And it ESPECIALLY made no sense because killing the Andersons would make the angel REALLY mad! And to make matter... even MORE INSANE, God could resurrect the Andersons again anyway, SO WHAT WAS THE FUCKING POINT!The angel's latest email had included, "but US Government did kill Mark Anderson". I'd been a bit lazy in my wording, partly to put a negative spin on it and partly because I knew the CIA would have killed me after they'd finished experimenting on me.. I wriggled a little to help, still without our lips parting, and they fell to my ankles. I kicked them across the wooden floor, took my darling by the shoulders, and stood in front of her for a moment, still bent over so our lips could keep in touch.Parting my knees a little, I moved carefully forward, my legs outside Rebecca's, and inched my way up her lap. Eventually I was sitting, facing my sweetheart, with my hardness just in front of her.Her kisses continued without a break, and her hands. Good-god, she was going to come. ‘Baby, touch yourself. Slide your little fingers under your panties.’ She began to pant, her hand slowly dipping beneath the elastic of her panties. They both groaned at the same time. ‘God-baby. Are you wet?’ She hesitated. ‘Baby, please,’ he was so close, but he needed to hear her, make her come even if it was with his voice and words. ‘Yes,’ she answered on a tremulous sigh. What would her pussy look like? Was she clean-shaven, trimmed down, or completely. ”“Ah figured. So I thought I’d accompany you to a nearby adult emporium so as we can get the items yeh’ll need.”“You’re getting the tab for this right?”“Aye, ah’ll sort it out.”“Alright then.” Tegan went to her clothes rack and took off one of her light dresses. Even though it was evening the weather was quite mild and she didn’t want to feel too warm. She picked up a pair of panties and Angus interjected.“Ah’d be obliged if yeh skipped those. Just fer my amusement?”Tegan pursed her lips.