I thought to my self I bet he has a sweet tasting cock filled with the best cream filling you could ever want. As we both looked at the engine of that...junk car I got my first glimpse of his cock outline through his jeans when he wasn't looking. It had to be at least 8inches possibly more, so I kept looking not realizing Brad had stopped looking at the car and was looking at me.When I had turned my stare back to Brad to ask a question about the car I had been busted, my face turned a little red. "I'm going to call you Hermes." Hermes. Messenger of the gods. I'm not certain that is appropriate. I do not wish you to think that I will be your messenger."Calix chuckled. "I don't. I've got to call you something, though, and to me you're just a disembodied voice spouting platitudes from on-high. Trust me, it's appropriate." It is acceptable then." Good," Calix replied. "I assume our earlier bargain is still in place; if I die, you'll send the cavalry to pick up my tech." It is still in. Overall Jeffrey was exhausted by the time camp was reached. Yet even then his day wasn’t over. He was ordered to General Burgoyne’s HQ to stand there as Baron Riedesel and General Fraser made their reports. He could feel the tension in the room between the two. Each believed they made the correct decision and the other was to blame for any failure. What amazed Jeffrey was Burgoyne’s ability to paper over these differences and accent the good that had occurred in recent days. He had captured. She could almost feel the pilot’s hand firmly gripping the throttles as he unleashed the roaring thrust of the engines and longingly wished his hand might unleash that same power within her. Carly was not your ordinary businesswoman.The morning had started as any other. She awoke next to her husband in their tidy home outside of London. As usual, he was pestering her with his incessant demands for sex. Although she loved him dearly, he just couldn’t get her off the way she needed. It wasn’t a.