"And, if I might ask, will my agency be allowed to officially take over the premises of the Clinton Street operation, at the very least? I would assum... you have future private plans for the Harrison facility and if we are in agreement, my reports shall not mention that facility." Indeed I do. As the two locations in question are both rather separated geographically, the Clinton works down here in the south of the city and the Harrison one much further north, I see no problems allowing the FBI a. She seemed to love doing it too. She got it hard and she swallowed it all the way down her throat. This was fucking good, he told himself as he was horny as hell, and she was doing one fucking good job of it all. “I want you,” she cried out. “I soooo wanna be fucked by you, please? Please fuck me!” He looked at her. He knew the house like the back of his hand and due to that he did he reached over, opened the night stand, and he pulled out a condom and put it on. She watched and smiled as he. Being an identical twin has been both a curse and a blessing and I'm not going to go into all of them. I'm just going to tell you about one of its greatest blessings. No one, and I do mean no one, could tell us apart. Well, that's not absolutely true, Mom could of course, and even Dad to some extent, but no one else ever had a clue. And we put that fact to good use when we grew up and started dating. Put quite simply, we traded off and fucked each other's girlfriends and not one of them ever. Well, I was resourceful. For a while I tried to concentrate on a book I'd bought and hadn't yet read, but wisps of concern about what would happen when Camilla at last awoke kept intruding and I gave it up, just turning on my rarely-used TV to check the news.It turned out to be a long morning. TV news flips over every half hour, so it was either watch reruns of what I'd already seen or find another channel, and I was running out of channels. Ten o'clock came and went, 10:30, and still no sounds.