Then I had the urge to move over to the couch, and that's where we spent the next three hours.I'd been mistaken about the bear, it seemed; in fact, th... bear saved his life. His ship had malfunctioned right in the middle of a low pass over the woods and had crashed, hard. It was the crash that had injured him, and he'd crawled out of the wreckage and been kind of marooned in the middle of nowhere special when the bear wandered past, perhaps drawn by the crash. He'd used the same distance. Her tiny shirt strained to confine her tits, and her jean shortsshowed off more thigh than her mother would be conformable with. All thewhile Marcy's thong dug up her plump behind and was starting to get wetin front. She always got wet when Trey stared at her."You should be proud of what you have, I mean how many hot Latina girlshave such perfect F-cups like you Maria?" Trey said as he stood up andwalked over to her, taking a squeeze of Maria's melons. "O-only me.." shesaid shyly, but one. Yeah, it’s kind of a family trait. The people in my father’s bloodline have certain characteristics. We’re tall, good-looking, smart, and completely without remorse. That’s who and what we are. My grandfather Boris was like that, according to my grandmother Clara. Ruthlessness runs in my genes. So why do I fight the Sociopaths if I’m one of them? That’s a very good question. I mean, I know how it all sounds. A guy from a long line of bad guys claims to fight the bad guys. It sounds fishy. Why. “It’s hard to be exciting in pantyhose.”“What do you have against pantyhose, anyway?”“My hand.” She hissed. It was an old joke. He tugged them down hard. Jeff never learned, or maybe he was acting out his hatred of pantyhose.“Hey! You’ll ruin them.”“If you can do it better,” he said, “show me how.”So, she got up and showed him how to remove pantyhose without damaging it. The shoes went first, and the panties followed the pantyhose.“We’re not going to open the door, are we?” she asked.“No.”So.