I had chatted with him a bit and I found him strange yet intriging. He had told me in a prior chat that he was interested in the arcane and practised...magic. I did belive him of course thinking it was all just an act. We went over to ICQ and chatted privatly for awhile before the subject turned to sex. I was quite good at talking about it from a girls point of view. I guess it was because of all the porn mags I had read with women's letters in. As we were talking I found myself beggining to. When the aid agreement was signed, the following day General Cumu granted our pardon 'as a gesture of good will.' I was so overwhelmed that I cried and so did Roger. After six months we were going home, and yet there was going to be a good deal of sadness when we left too. Sumala didn't look too pleased and I gave him a hug knowing that I would miss him immensely. Several times I wondered if I could take him with me but I knew he would never be happy with the restrictions our society imposes on. "So, what's this case about that you're working on?" you ask as you shake her offered hand."It's a kidnapping case. C'mon, I'll tell you about it on the way," Nancy says.She turns and bends over to pick up her messenger bag from the floor. As she does, her skirt rides up the back of her legs; showing a dangerous amount of leg and just a hint of the undersides of her asscheeks. Before you can enjoy the view too long though, she straightens back up and throws her bag over her shoulder.She walks. It was a clear Saturday morning and as usual, at about 9 am, I was driving to work. Not far from home at the roundabout, I noticed this very cute-looking girl trying to cross in the middle of the road. I honked and waited for her to cross. It was not a busy morning for traffic was low. She looked up and smiled I waved at her and smiled. I noticed she was full-busted (my weakness for a good pair of boobs) and a body to match. I asked her if she wanted a lift and she waited for me to stop, so she.