“Where are we?” he asked the others.“Progress Street, at the junction with Seymour Street,” one of the others answered. “My aunt lives just ...ound the corner on Fieldon Street, we should be safe there.”Darren spoke to control again and gave the location of where they would be, requesting a pickup as soon as possible. This was confirmed, and they were told to get secure as soon as possible.The eight dragged and carried the four still unconscious Patrollers the few hundred metres to their. . by the boob ... just as the Chief of Police walks in the door."Haversham, what do you think you're doing?" asked the Chief."Searching a suspect." That's no suspect ... that's the Clinton County Prosecuting Attorney's mother ... and his son." We're not in Clinton County and we caught her red handed." Caught her doing what?"Brownshoe was just beginning to splutter out some asinine excuse when I interrupted.I spoke up..."Chief ... can I get up?" You're David? Yeah ... get up." That's my. Unless that changed, our task was not insurmountable, and we would eventually win. All we had to do was to dedicate ourselves to the job.Somehow, I had worked myself into the job of managing the fight against the aliens, and I rarely had an opportunity to shoot at anything anymore. I still practiced enough to keep my "shooting eye" so that I would have it if I ever was pressed into service. I rotated the shooting at aliens around among our people so that everybody felt engaged in our. Soothing its pain with his tongue, he watched her eyes flutter as she quickly rose toward consciousness. Sitting up, but not removing himself from inside her, he flipped her over, a squeal of surprise turned into a groan of appreciation as he slammed his cock into her fully once more. “Get on your hand and knees slut.” The words were almost growled in her ear as he forcefully pulled her hair back. Confused and groggy she obeyed, pulling herself up onto her hand and knees, providing him easy.