"Well, I guess - " Oh, never mind," she said with a sigh. "Now I need your help in thekitchen. Your father will be home from the plant any minute now....Butbefore you come in to help me, get out of that outfit. You know yourfather hates it."Gee, I thought, he and I were going to see eye to eye on that. Icouldn't wait to get out of this outfit. Thank god girls wore jeans.There had to be a pair in Myra's room, if I could just find her room.Finding "my" room proved not too difficult. All I had to do. I had to struggle a bit to get it in but I did it in a couple of seconds while she cried in pain as well as asking me to drive it completely in as She was also enjoying it. I felt as though my dick was put into a pre heated oven. I started to push my dick in and out. When I pushed it in she would raise her body to enjoy it completely with not even letting a millimeter of my dick staying outside unused. During the couple of thrusts I gave her she was moving under me worse than a snake enjoying. I told him that I’d read the dossier that the Council had sent Cathenna, the Aglia of the Gorgons and that he’d be silly to do such a thing as their civilisation ... such as it is, would like as not eventually kill him and then come after us after extracting the information from him,” Hermes sighed.“You reported this?”“To Tara, yes. She said she’d keep an eye on him.”“He came up with a plan to escape her observation. We suspect he’s persuaded Mage Fen to help him. He’s already used Mage Atomus. ”Denim responds, “I haven’t seen anyone on the trail until I saw you two.”The thinner tough guy sneers at the obvious smell of Mary Jane, draws a pistol, “Why don’t I believe you, hippy faggot?” Denim suddenly bolts into the foliage and tough guy starts shooting into the woods after him and hears a scream, “Where did that piece of shit go?”“I think you got him. Come on, let’s keep looking for our hit; I think he went this way on down the trail,” says the other.The hit men make their way through.