A knock on the door interrupted Anna's deletion spree, causing her to raise an eyebrow. She glanced at the clock, and wondered who might be knocking a... half past eleven. She stood up with a shrug, and walked over to the door to check the peephole. When she recognized one of her son's friends, James, she opened the door."Hey, Ms. Lake. Is Pete around?" Oh, you don't know? He's at his father's, checking out colleges."James' shoulders dropped and he muttered, "Damn." He made a nodding gesture. It turned out that he could pick the exact moment when John was distracted, and for a few days John became quite jumpy at how often he felt the cool kiss of polished wood against his throat.So Wong added the notation 'credible assassin' to his resume. John asked Wong if he could do it for real, using his knife, and Wong said he could never even consider it without specific orders. John ordered Wong to use whatever means he needed to protect Zithrusa, John, and himself from deadly or injurious. She had carefully reworked it so she could wear it like a poncho. On it she had tied strips of various green colored strips of cloth, this allowed her to blend into the brush and wood nearly as well as her camo skills. The instructor, Weria Greenwood was impressed and wanted to know were she had learned this trick from."A human hunter had visited the Upper Pass Village, selling his catch a few years back. He was wearing the net and I asked him about it." Tama held up one arm to show the strips. In less than a few seconds half of the thickness is buried inside as uncontrollable moans escape from both of us. Pushing even deeper I impale completely inside stretching it to the max and stuffing it tightly into the warm wetness of the slit. I can feel the puffy lips wrapped around the shaft. You feel intensity and start bucking wildly and pushing and thrashing and gyrating even more, making it harder for me to control and hold back. I finally can’t take it any more and push hard and deep.