She scowled at me. With that, I got up and headed into my bedroom to look at some porn. An hour passed, and I went into the bathroom to clean up and...get dressed. The whole time, I didn’t hear Miracle at all. This made me slightly nervous. A couple more hours passed. By now, I was looking good; with a black dress shirt and dark wash jeans. I trotted downstairs; not seeing my sister anywhere. I shrugged, and glanced at the clock. It was almost six o’clock. “MIRACLE!” I yelled, glancing around. "He ran his eyes up and down me."Oh... And you think I'm all that?"I grinned playfully and then bit my lip."M'lady, you are something else..."He softly chuckled with a playful manner, in that deep voice, as he reached a hand out to stroke my hair,"You're something quite special, indeed..."We stared at each other in silence for a few moments. The tension, though weighing heavy, made me feel very at ease..."I'm going to come right out and say it. Forgive me for being so forward, but..."He paused. But, it'sseem whatever she do, she always fail. Diane loves to dress sexy, sheis 45 year old, and has an athlete shape with a size 48 D cup breast. Herhips is very wide and her ass shake very heavy when she walk. Guyscan't resist stopping and staring at her. She just ignores them and continueswalking. One day she had an interview for a job, Diane wore a short miniskirt (you could almost she her hairy pussy) without panty, a blousethat show her clevis. Her hair is long to her shoulder length,. ‘I don’t think so. We haven’t got any useful information on Visconti yet.’ Agent Scott finally spoke. ‘I don’t give a fuck about Visconti. You have one of your agents down, possibly dead and a civilian unprotected. I am going in.’ ‘I am well aware of the situation detective, you heard Michael, Agent Johnson isn’t dead. I will have the house surrounded by Agents ready to go the minute I say so.’ Agent Scott said coldly. The other agents were all looking at Damien with sympathy. They hadn’t.