”“Bummer. I had always wondered what had happened to him.”“You knew someone who was at Spurgeon?”“Jonathan Kane. Stuart nearly ran him ove... with his bike in front of the Sears Tower. That was the Summer of ‘81. We hung out a lot that Summer, but after that, only saw each other occasionally. I haven’t heard from him since right before I met Bethany. He’d moved up the ladder at Spurgeon pretty quickly, but I think he had a falling out with Samantha’s dad some years ago, before I met Bethany. But. Christopher, first off, how is your head? Chris stop his rambling questions and placed a hand on his head, he pulled it away to reveal dried blood and other things. I bled… How long was I out for? Ebima, who the hell was that that hit me? A friend of yours? Chris was in pain. Mentally and physically. He was sore all over, but more than anything he wanted Ebima to close the distance between them and hug him, but the demon made no move to do so, nor did he give off any intention. That was… my. Dr. Wills once refered to the CSI as 'the Community College of the CIA'.No one moved.I mentally shrugged. Maybe they weren't as stupid as I'd thought.I shifted my weight, planting my back leg, rolling my shoulder and tightened my bicep while increasing the grip of my fingers and thumb in and over Captain Walker's face. Then I lifted and tossed his limp body up and out, letting loose of his chin and eye sockets in time to watch his gracefully sailing body arch out and then land with a soggy. I took my nose near her cunt and the smell was driving me crazy.I lifted my head and touched her cunt lips with my tongue…ohhh god it tasted like honey.I was turning mad at the taste of her pussy and i strained my neck to have better access to her pussy i was moving my tongue in her slit and she was prssing my had to her pussy… her grip was so tight i felt i could die of suffocation.As i parted her lips and my tongued hit her hole she let out a scream and she came to a strong climax… i looked.