WTF!Or maybe it was a dream.Whatever it was, I knew I wanted to go through with it. I called Pete.Pete:This time we met at my house, in the evening. S...e was just going to park in the driveway and come in but I persuaded her to act like she was visiting on some kind of business. I do have neighbors and they do talk. So she wore nice slacks a blouse and carried an old worn satchel.Once inside she dropped the case and gave me a hug and peck on the cheek. It felt nice, because it seemed she meant. His groans. Fuck, I love his groans. More beast than man, I often think.I take my hands from my nipples and place them on his thighs. I love his thighs. I love his cock and his cum, his face and his groans, but I also love his thighs. So muscular, so strong. Then I move my hands to the back of his legs, and up to his bum - and with them there, I encourage his thrusts. I help push him into my throat - which is almost screaming at me in delightful soreness.He’s so close, I can tell. His groans. From there he went to the Islamic learning center in New York.”“There is some fuzzy surveillance video footage of a hooded individual entering and leaving the learning center. They are not good enough for positive identification, but the size and height are close,” Ben said.“There are also some long range photos of the same hooded man and the leaders of the Rochester group that you have had run ins with before, there and in Kampala. We just don’t know,” Ben replied.“I think we know enough now. They had to squeeze their way through couples, in various stages of undress, necking in the rooms and hallways. More than a couple of times he heard unidentifiable voices, male and female, call out through the din, "Karen! Ooh! Ooh!" and other variations of same.They made their way down a flight of stairs to a finished basement. Karen knocked on a door at the foot of the stairs. A window in the door opened up and a blonde woman looked out, "Hi Karen. Gonna' try again, huh?" Yeah, Cindy. Lemme'.