She sat up and patted her chest. "Turn around and I'll pull out that hard cock and you can lean your head on my tits." Sounded like an awkward positio..., but this 19-year-old grunge-rocker complied, simply because his penis was the only brain-like structure at work right now. Metal clinked behind him while Sinndy kept her promise and removed Eric's cock from his pants with soft, yet nimble finger motions. Her delicate fingertips, awkward for a punk rocker, caressed the tip of his dick, rubbing. Chicken would be his slippers which had a small yellow chicken embroidered on the toe, his mother sent him a new pair every Christmas, and turkey was her standing by the fridge. She would not tolerate milk, and only drank filtered water, which was thankfully in abundance as he drank the same thing. Every evening was the same for Eddie, he left for work at a small local college where he taught history for 5 hours, and then did janitorial for 3 more hours. He would leave at 3:15pm, arrived at. After several relatively "tight" deadlined missions. Agent 69 felt like a new man, after receiving a well deserved vacation from his KGB assignments. His most recent "KILF's" (Kills I Loved Fucking) were from the United States, and Agent 69 has always loved fucking American targets. They give him more pleasure, and he enjoys watching their surprise as he tells them that he is the famed Russian Agent 0069, right before he fucks the life out of them. Agent 69 notices that he has a case of. I don't know what you have, but you have 'IT.' If I married you, it would make us traditional – and I don't want traditional, and I know you don't either; nor does Ellen, Claire, PJ, Nadia, Edie, Summer, and I won't even start on the rest of the list of women enamored with your charms. We all like living in an open polyamorous relationship with you. I love that other women love you, on some days more than I do, to be realistic about it." She playfully punched my arm to take the edge off her.