Whoever had plugged the box in had a password from a partner and a second password from an officer, otherwise the computer would have shut down. That ...as the way our security worked.Sam said investigating the box (doing things on the computer) might tip off the spy if he was online, but that seemed unlikely so I gave the go-ahead. The spy-box radio was in the default mode, continuous two way, so tracking it was easy as pulling a signal detector out and taking a walk. I knew exactly where it. He pulled the shade on the window."On your fuckin' knees, lesbos," he said.Jake pulled down his coffee-stained pants and boxers. His dick stood straight out and pulsed with anticipation. This was no illusion. His cock was real, not imaginary. It was a dream come true.Jake poked his cock in my direction. I started to take off my glasses."Leave 'em on," he said. "Those cat eye frames are fuckin' hot."My lips wrapped around the head of Jake's dick. I slid slowly down the shaft. He moaned as my. I was ready for this clown, but before anything could happen between us Julie pulled me away and we went inside.It was about 6 months later when I was surfing internet porn sites that I came across an interesting page called, “Ex-girlfriends on Display”. You didn’t have to be a movie producer to realize the videos were definitely amateur. I bookmarked the site and didn’t give it much thought until a week or so later.I was working the day shift and got home around 5PM. I mixed a drink and fired. “What’s wrong?”“This big straw Alabama hat is what’s wrong. I’ve been an Auburn fan since before I could walk.”Ken laughed, and said, “Even I know about that rivalry. Look at it this way; by your wearing it that hat is the ultimate camouflage.”“That’s bad! Funny, but bad.”“Do you want me to go back and exchange it?”“No,” Hawk laughed, “it’ll end up in the trash, where it belongs, soon enough.”Ken drove them to the edge of ‘Old Town, ‘ the site of the original city of San Diego. They stopped at.