“Christian,” the man said.Roland noticed suddenly more about the man. He was white, skinny, maybe 150 pounds. He had shaggy light brown hair, a go...d several days of facial hair on his face. He was wearing basketball shorts, flip flops and a dark green graphic tee, “Old Navy” printed on the front in faded white letters.“Christian, I find it interesting that not only do you sell drugs, but that you help in the exploitation of young girls.”“Hey man, I just put in a word for Big G, I don’t run the. It’s all one big party.”She paused again, knowing that this would be the hardest message to get through to a room full of SSCS field agents. “With this many moving parts, there is a high chance of one or more wicked problems arising. To avoid and/or address those, I need every agent who is on-duty to be completely optimal. You are all expected to get at least sixteen hours of sleep during this event. If for any reason you find your capacity for service becoming suboptimal, you are to take. He had a full 9 1/2 inches with a purple blue head on it. It just danced back and forth and was so pretty. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. He asked me to dry his back off and I was so nervous I was almost shaking. When he turned and faced me he asked me if I wanted to touch his cock. That was it, I melted in the floor. I didn't even answer him, I just put my hand around it and stroked it gently. Next thing I knew we are in his bed and I'm jacking his dick like a mad man.Then he mentioned. .. a much bigger wave must have come in from behind us in the water ? and I lost my footing and Under we both went together still holding onto one another.It felt so erotic to actually be Fucking while sort of floating under water ??? and I felt myself being pushed down by her weight and my unwillingness to also let go of Imelda too ? my breath was going fast and I knew that we HAD to let each other go ? and yet I could tell that SHE wanted to still continue onwards with this new sensation ? .