Roy greeted the being. “Good Sixthday to you Admiral, Sir.”“Thank you for accepting my connect request, Roy. I hope you had a chance to communic...te with the paternal part of your family unit.”Roy frowned as he was remembered of that so recent event. “Yes, I spoke to my father. It appears he is safe and soon on his way back to Union space.”“I am Bellebee and as you know not human. While we Bellebee utilize communal memory with the ability to recall the most minute detail, regardless of how. All he had was this moment, this snapshot, this space between breaths when her face shined underneath him and his name was on her lips and he could do this without hiding his pain or tamping down the rage or pretending he was anything, anybody else. He was Dean Winchester and in this split second he wasn't hiding anything, it just wasn't there."Please, Dean," it was more of a thought carried on a breath than words."I know," he said again, this time thrusting harder. She met him and groaned with. He suspected both."Tankers are out for blood," said Gary to Knife as they sat in a bar. It was a bar where a lot of bikers hung out, but no one club dominated. Since the rumors that the Tankers were working for the police had begun to circulate, they were welcome in fewer places and mainly stuck to their own side of town. "They aren't welcome in a lot of the hangouts now. Whole club got banned from a recent ride too." Ain't that just a shame," smiled Knife. Then he straightened up. "Let'um come. By now, I was moaning and panting, and felt an orgasm welling up inside me. Lisa was really loud, and I think she was close to coming. When Dan came back to tease me further, he worked 3 fingers into my vagina, stretching me open a little further, as he worked them in and out. The guys seemed satisfied with what they were doing to us. They stopped to untie our ankles and make us spread our legs wide apart. I stepped out of my panties, and Lisa and I carefully choreographed our movements so we.