“I say enjoy – it’s Thanksgiving! You look fine.”Jeff wanted to take that back as soon as he said it.“I’m fat.R...1; Katrina was downcast. “Look at me. It’sembarrassing.”Jeff knew he was no athlete.“I don’t need this either.”“It’s different for guys.”Jeff rose. “So you’re saying I’m fat?” Katrina wasflustered thinking of the right thing to say. Jeffpulled up his T-shirt and stuck. As he licked, Natasha pulled at his hair, pulling him in close. She moaned again and pushed him back. Natasha stood up straight, turned away from him, rolled up her skirt and placed her hands on the tree trunk. Looking back at him, he knew what to do next. Tom dropped his jeans and pushed her underwear aside, taking himself in his hands and sliding inside her. Natasha went rigid with pleasure. As Tom began to thrust, he traced her spine and grabbed a handful of her hair from the back of her. One of those kisses that makes your hair stand up. He picked me up in his arms and my legs wrapped around his waist. We were kissing feverishly as we headed towards the stairs. He carried me up and brought me to the bedroom. He laid me down and i flipped over and put my bubble booty right in his face. He pulled my cheeks apart and started teasing my tight hole with his tongue. I moaned with joy.He spanked me and then removed my dress. He kissed my nipples and started exploring my silky smooth. "Her complaint reminded Bren that Esterhazy was more than just an intellectual exercise. He checked his chron and decided they didn't dare leave the jammer on for much longer. "Could we wire it into the Silvana's comms and scramble a single pair of messages? One outgoing, one incoming. That wouldn't look suspicious."Sophia winced and finished her protein bar before answering, "Yes ... You could. What would you send?"Bren ignored her obvious discomfort. He knew she was just being paranoid again..