Ahh if only I had been able to blast this load deep inside you this morning , my love.But I am here, and you are there, and I am left with the smell o... your perfume mixed with your scent and the mental image of your beautiful body, intoxicating me with longing and desire for you. I dream of holding you in my arms and hugging you, caressing you, and making you squirm on the bed in spasms of passion. In my head I hear you begging me to thrust my hard cock into your tight hot lubricated pussy,. About the time I figured out what ‘it’ was, Bob had reached out with a pair of his tentacles and pulled me closer. Truth be told I was, but didn’t want to ask or really know how to ask. He was looking for a serious relationship and I thought it would be weird to just ask if he would fuck me. “Well you see, I… how do I put it? I thought it might make you uncomfortable to just ask you know?” I managed to stammer out. Bob seemed to give it some thought . “Fair enough, since you are curious and I. Look at me, Nunnally. He spoke firmly into her ear, breathing against her, Im looking at you. You are beautiful, Nunnally. He said passionately. Looking at&hellip, me&hellip, She cried out in between her troughs of passion, Onii&hellip, ah&hellip, sama&hellip, She felt his hand raise her leg from her thigh roughly and his other hand pulling out of her. She held herself from thrashing in heat, but she could not help arch her back from. She felt both of his hands part her down there and a third. It was one of the senior interrogators, an older guy who'd seemed actually pretty reasonable in the context of my incarceration, who brought them to me about day seven or day eight.Three photographs, not one. Apparently some passing hiker had indeed witnessed Asmedogh's crash and had the presence of mind to pull out his camera or cell phone or whatever. The flier itself, pretty badly bunged up but still recognizable, was clearly visible in the first two, both showing Asmedogh working his way.