Alone and cold, she ****d a mink throw around her body and watching the snow drifting past her window. New York was a pretty place, especially when it...snowed, central park became a winter wonderland and the streets looked ultra pretty dusted with a layer of glimmering snow. Katie an eighteen year old student was new to living alone, only 3 weeks ago she moved out of her parents Manhattan home, living alone had become a new thing for Katie. Normally on a week night she'd catch up on college. He decided that one pic deserved another. Carefully, he wrote the man's username down the length of his dick, and snapped a picture.In almost no time at all, a response came. "Haha not too bad. I think I win, though ;)."Charlie felt conflicting emotions. What the hell did the "haha" mean?! He sent back, "We'll have to find out in person sometime." Oh, we will." The other man demonstrated a natural ability to be slightly more in control, Charlie had come to realize over time. Little comments. The bar slid easily between her plentiful breasts and down between her legs, before he circled her spot with it. Eric reached back and slowed the water, leaving a little trickle for warmth in the shower, while reducing its ability to wash them off so easily.Amy turned and took his place with her hands on the tile now, head bowed as the warm water drizzled on top of her head and cascaded between her breasts. Eric increased his cleaning pace, soaping her body fully to a white lather. One hand. I had simply made very special plans with a French smuggler in the port. We knew who all the players were at the consulate. We kept track. We sometimes used them for missions that were not quite kosher, so to speak.I was good friends with the CIA operative in the consulate. His title was Secretary of something or other, but we all knew his mission here. And we had become buddies. He was more than happy to help me out as long as it did not compromise any ongoing missions.In fact he was glad to.