Helen sighed and looked at the clock ticking it’s way slower than usual. Why was the end of a Friday always so slow? She looked around the room and ...iscovered that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t care about the lesson. All around students were not paying attention. They were playing pokemon on their gameboys, quietly chatting with each other about the upcoming long weekend and one student was drawing a picture of Mr. Bitterman as a hippo in a tutu. The picture made Helen laugh out loud. Mr.. It was a long day, and a fight to get past reporters made his day even longer. He had a duty to give a short press conference to guarantee that the truth was reported correctly, but was not something he really looked forward to. He looked around the windowless room. He contemplated a quick nap before dissipating home, and then he stopped himself from turning on the lights. The back wall was lined with books of previous courts decisions sat quietly. He approached his old iron wood desk, which. Just shoved it in my hands and left." About the same for me." There was a long pause. "Shit this is a mess. And the news media..."Grigsby, the ASAC didn't bother to answer. Then, "What did the director say?" About what you would expect from a politician. I got the distinct impression he wants to keep plausible deniability." Why? We haven't done anything wrong. Heck, the deep cover agent wasn't even our idea. All this came from Denver and they said it was a chance to get information about the. Lots of the guys kept calling out her name in Arabic, which got a bit tedious, but as usual, Claire loved the attention. We had a few games of pool and a few drinks then went back to the room.When we got into bed, I got a pleasant surprise. Claire had completely shaved her pussy. So I licked her, both holes, she was wet and slippery; this holiday had transformed her. I loved her shaved cunt, and her big tits were now bronze. I squeezed them and let go, moving up and down with the rhythm as I.