Although not clearly, I saw the shadow of a thick turd, that was lowering down from between her legs. The scent of her shit drove me over the wall and...all I could think of was how much I wanted to just sit in front of her and watch that brown log being squeezed from her hairy asshole (I know it's hairy, I've seen it from time to time when changing clothes). I just knew I was going to frig away at my cunt for this the moment I got to my room so I decided to take a mental picture. I looked at my. Word around the agency was that I tended to fuck a lot during assignments, but never before has my indiscretions lead to such a large lapse in my assessment of an operative. Redemption was in order. I was to be sent to Bolivia the following day to gather intelligence about these chemical plants and their activities. While I had been on the train travelling home, I had been so lost in my own thoughts of what was awaiting me in Bolivia that I was barely aware of a blonde woman slowly getting up. She didn't resist in any way.After taking my hand from her thigh, she turned her head and looked at me - seemingly disappointed. I smiled, and she winked. She asked me to hold onto her "to keep my balance." I pointed to a pole and said there was room for her hand. She shook her head and said, "No, I think you'll do a better job!" I nodded, smiled, and reached my right arm around her waist. As I held her midsection, I could feel her breasts on the top of my forearm. The movement of the bus. “If there is a tomorrow? What the hell did he mean by that?”“ ... just turn on the damn TV...” Ashley’s eyes went wide and she turned to her friends. “Heck, why not?! There’s a P.C. Richards about halfway between here and the bike store, remember?”But it turned out it wasn’t necessary to enter the mall again. Acting on a hunch, Mark decided to check out the first floor below them. Directly south and adjacent to the non-electronic game room was a multi-media room, the same massive size as the.