Those words Becky spoke kept repeating in my head "...it's just better". Finally Marsha spoke, "If you go thought with this at work, does that mean I ...ould have to be naked if I came to visit you?" "No, it'll be clothing optional," I answered. "Would you be upset if I did go naked?" she asked. "You could even be naked now," I said, "I won't be upset. "You know all I ever want is for you to be happy. When you are happy it makes me happy." It sounded a little sappy, but that is how I felt and do. Mickey locked her bike to the storm gutter and ran bouncily up the front stairs."Hi, guys," she boomed in her best raspy baratone. "What's for dinner?" Michaela! What happened to your bra?" Diana DiCapra bleated from the kitchen doorway."Nothing, Mom. It's right in here with my other clothes," Mickey said, holding up her workout bag."And you looked like that all the way home?" mama DiCapra cried."Like what, Mom?" Mickey said in a theatrically soft voice. "Like someone who's not ashamed of how. You groan as you ram that fat dick back into my velvet throat. I moan as you piston in and out of my mouth I wish I could reach my tits to twist and pinch my nipples. I wish I could use my fingers to plunge in and out of my sopping wet cunt. I wish I could rub my engorged clit. But no, I must be satisfied with making you cum. I will be satisfied with the taste of your cock. I will be satisfied with the taste of your cum. You increase the intensity of each thrust in and out of my wet mouth. I. Harry, we recovered almost all of the weapons, but I think there is something else we don't know about. This thing has more twists than a snake's back." Oh I agree with you there, Preacher. The only thing that worries me is who is running the whole thing and how he or she is always able to stay one jump ahead of us. JJ comes to mind, Preacher, because I think he was tipped that all this stuff was here and came to try to claim it. He just got into the wrong cave and didn't know about this one..