I want you.I want you to come for me".By now i was ready to explode and after a couple more deep thrusts i could feel my cock twitch.I grabbed her ars... and buried my cock deep inside as i began to come."You little shit" she said as i did this.I eventually pulled out of her arse whilst still coming and sprayed the rest of my come all over her arse.She looked round at this and gasped before giving a huge grin."I guess that's what you call being well and truly fucked".As she turned round i lifted. And there was an even worse reason why the Government didn't like the suit: they were guilty. We didn't have to prove the Government had killed Mark. We only had to prove Mark had suffered "injuries as a result of the DHS agents' violation of the Fourth Amendment."Mark had "suffered injuries" all right - he was dead! (so people believed). Was it "as a result" of the Government's actions? Mark would hardly have been in an underground, top-secret CIA lab otherwise. And the Government had already. Talk about wet. She was creaming nearly nonstop.She convulsed in a moderate orgasm.When Sandra somewhat recovered, she yanked down my slacks and panties. She in turn dropped to her knees and dove her face into my cunt."Oh, Olivia, you've still not shaved your cunt." No, I sort of got to like the pussy fur myself."After that, I couldn't talk anymore, just moan and groan as Sandra did an expert job with her tongue. When she hit my clit, I was off in my own orgasm."Let's get to my bedroom,. Two steps, no sound now on the carpet. A softer surface, uncertainfooting; Peter sways.Jean-Pierre stands by the small space between the beds. Two steps away.Peter takes one. Looks up, tosses his head to flip the hair out of his face, somehow knowing it would leave his face tilted just so. His hand,at last, reaches to his friend's face.They stand like that a minute, five -- who can count? Peter, who neverhas been seen, now is seen, thinks: so this is what it's like, feelinganother drink you in,.