.maybe it was the shape of his face, maybe his gentle features, but maybe it was his deep blue eyes and the contrast to his jet black hair. But, mayb... it was all of these. During the rest of the day and into the evening we sat around listening to music and smoking some weed. I went to bed about 10:00 p.m., before the both of them. I must have been pretty tired because I don't remember too much after my head hit the pillow. That is until.... At one point during the night I remember. Yorgen stared down at Alaric before picking him and pinning him against the wall, holding him by the legs so as to gain better access to his virgin tunnel. Soon the massive length was pressed against his hole, Yorgen’s trickle of precum his only lubrication. Alaric’s eyes widened as the humongous cock head began to force its way inside. He screamed out in pain but was silenced by the wad of cloth he found stuffed into his mouth. He heard Yorgen grunt loudly as the last bit of the tip wedged its. Coffee is brewing. After the food arrives, will there be anything else you require?"Tom Morrow nodded at his assistant. "Wonderful job, Cynthia, as always. When it comes here, are you going to send some down to the squad room? Or maybe Abby's lab? I don't know where they are, actually. But I'm sure we can call and find out the location of the agents and Ducky. If not, we can call and get a couple of the guys to come and grab it." Settling into the chair at the opposite end of the table from the. We fell into old habits. Our favourite strip club after work, and then smoking shisha at one of the shisha bars. The bars changed. The club didn't. The girls were still amazing, albeit not the same ones, the atmosphere still good. And even the drinks cost much less than the other clubs, which weren't nearly as pleasant. It was good, for a time. One day on the weekend he said Mitch wanted to go visit some girl together. It was crystal clear what he meant, and sounded quite fun. We drove to this.