Sarah, Sandra? What the fuck was her name?”“How the fuck have you made it so far with a memory like that? It’s Jodie, dipshit, Jodie Sanderson. ...eesh, if I wasn’t here, what would you do? You probably lost her number so, I’ll text it to you in a before take-off,” said Baker as he walked out of Jack’s office, shaking his head and smiling. Chapter FourJack Daughtry and Steve were the best of friends, well as much as they could be as spooks. They had gone through “The Farm”, the CIA training. I came all this way to get a proper bedding and you don't show up until these beasts have cornered me. All because you didn't show when you were suppose to, you now have to fuck me silly until I'm satisfied, which may be never. Let's go!" A smile had spread to his face all through my rant, I'm sure he was picturing me naked under him as he ravished me senseless. Once I had quieted down, his lips found mine, locking in hunger as he worked to devour me. Our audience was all but nonexistent, other. “Basima, you naughty slut. You made your mother cum!”“With her big girl-dick,” panted Sa'dia.“Now make me cum, Mother,” whimpered Naila. “I need it, too.”“Yes,” Basima moaned, squirming on her twin. “Breed her, Mommy.”I had to. I ripped my cock out of one twin's pussy, eager to be buried in the other. Naila latched her mouth about Basima's pussy, drinking my futa-cum as it poured out tinged pink. I moved around the bed, Basima lifting her face, eyes glossy with pleasure, from her sister's. In the kitchen, for the first time, I started to see Jamal as more than just a friend. Thinking about his sexy body in his cute work uniform, I felt my pussy moisten. I ran my hands over my nipples and they had gotten hard again. I had to stop, Jamal was just my friend... nothing more. I poured us some more wine and went back to the living room. Jamal had turned on the tv and was sprawled out on the couch. “Get up ugly, I want to sit there” I said. “Iight, but only if you let me lay on you” he.