This was my mission,you know. At heart, I'm still that old reporter just trying to do theright thing at long last..." Nice Breasts for an old man, by ...he way." Karen remarked smartly, butthe former hollowness behind the gibe was less. "Do you really thinkyour leaving me would be in my best interest?" Sass, youngster," I chided respectfully, her stubbornness reminding meof something I'd forgotten."But who's to say I simply blink out?"'Remember' was what you said to me, so perhaps Fate will be. Dimly I heard screams through the rush in my ears and the sounds of a siren. I held up my badge as two troopers burst through the door, their guns trained on me."Parole Agent," I croaked holding my badge high.To my relief, the cop in the lead looked at the badge and lowered his gun. His partner followed suit. He then looked at the dead man who still held a gun in his hand and then at me."What the fuck?"°°°I do not recommend shooting a person.In the movies or in the cop shows, the good guy. Has he been replaced for some reason?"Danny did a good job of being tactful but not answering any of the beautiful girl's questions. He corrected himself because Katya was certainly not a girl but a beautiful mature woman in her late thirties just slightly younger than he. In a sense, he sympathized with her because he had been dormant for a bit more than a decade staying out of the limelight and not on the MI5 or the SAS screen as an active player. The only reason he was there was to try and. My mother’s breasts are a lot bigger and they certainly droop. As dad always says, gravity works. He also says that more than a mouthful is a waste. Gretchen’s areolas were a nice shade of pink and her nipples stood out proudly.Finally Gretchen said, “I saw you naked so it’s only fair that you get to see me. Is this enough or do you want to see my pussy too?”I know that I must have stuttered as I answered her. “No! I mean yes. I mean. Oh God! Yes it’s enough and no I don’t want to see your.