When Jim's cock finally contracted and then emptied a hot, wet, gratifying spurt inside of her she fell onto him, kissing his open mouth over and over...until they landed in bed and fell asleep curled up in each other's arms, exhausted and content.In her dreams, Amina heard the scratching at the window. When she woke up she heard it still. She knew without even pulling up the blinds what it was. She rose quietly, dressed and put on shoes, and left without waking Jim. It was another chilly. "I was looking at the patches; they were both in the shape of a square with a pointed bottom. They were red and black; the military one had a skeleton in it with a shield and a sword. On the top it said Clan Lake on the bottom it said Humanitarian Protection Services. The other patch was almost the same but just had a large shield in the middle of it."These are great; what are they made of?" It is a special fabric, it is also highly detectable by our surveillance devices. It is also encoded. "But I have no d**gs in my butt!" she exclaimed in that cute accent that made Steve's dick jump in his pants."I have to check. Now if you don't want to be arrested, spread your legs."She made a soft grunting noise in protest, but did as he said, opening her ass-crack and revealing her puckered star. Steve's lubed finger started tracing a circle around her hole, covering her with the lube. She tried to look back, but Steve ordered her to face the wall. He heard soft sobs coming from her throat,. What he did like was looking at the paintings in the waiting room of Dr. Nakatos office, so he ended up at the arts and crafts store a block from his apartment. He had gotten a few different types of paint but had settled on oil after trying each kind. His watercolor always ended up looking like a ghostly blob on the canvas, and he didnt like the flat shine of acrylic. After doing a few small pictures he realized he was actually not bad at this, so he had moved from the kitchen table, into the.