If she doesn’t fuck, at the least does she give good head, really suck your rocks dry?”“Ah, well, we aren’t very good at, I kinda of well you ...now.”“Oh Bob you make it sound so perfectly clear you ain’t getting any from her, maybe pussy isn’t what you really want. Here lets watch a tape, and I will get us a drink.” Going over to the VCR Frannie selected a tape, plugged it in and then went to the kitchen and fixed two White Russians.Bob got out his note pad as the tape started. The girl in. Then you have no idea who the original client was? I've read the job logs at Lexington dock; I know the assignment was to courier a diplomatic message from a company in Kyr to one in Tarawa, but the logs don't state what companies or whether there were special instructions for the assignment."Bren shrugged, "No idea. When you use a dispatch system for assignments, it's all set up so that no one knows who's doing what. It's a security precaution. Safer for everyone that way."Sophia stared at. “No need, Pop. Think of it as free BTS,” Lia said, making me chuckle and Remy shake his head as we headed up to Lia’s room.“You’re sure about this?” I asked, though not quite sure what I was asking about given what I now knew went on between Lia and her father. Funny how her running around as a catgirl in front of Remy was more concerning to my way of seeing the world than discovering they enjoy boning each other every opportunity they can get.Lia nodded. “I’m sure. I promise, for all his talk,. The moment past, life is like that. It was in bed that evening when the subject reappeared, both determined to have sex and he to prove she was still desirable, her that she was not past her sell by date. They kissed and her lips were hot with lust, Ian slowly slipped himself into his wife, his full 6 ½ inches of stiffness, sliding home as her eyes closed. He whispered, “are you wishing it was Rufus my girl, imagining his big old black tool in there? is this not enough…” sadly he knew.