Part of the form. Hidden when I change. The typewriter stood up on a pair of metal legs. Legs were already here.“No deal. I refuse.” Dana looked b...ck out the window. It looked like the driver was staring into the sun. “I’m just going to do what he asks. No offense, but I want to see Alex again.”I understand. The typewriter sat quietly for several moments, then started typing again. Take me to Mike. Use me to get in the house.“That ... would work, actually.” Dana frowned. “You would do that for. But not likely either," Mark said. "He's too skilled, too competent a hunter... Whatever, we better find out." Then to the others: "You men carry on as planned. Foster and I will see if we can find Chief Morgan. We'll rejoin you as soon as we can. Harry, you and Cal take over for me. All decisions, make them together. Any questions... ?"There weren't. Mark waved them on then, while he and Steve headed back to where they had originally split into two groups, his plan simply to try and follow. Until someone is brave enough and comes forward. A blond, really well built guy. Like the others, he's almost completely smooth. Just a few hairs above his cock but trimmed short. And what a dick it is. Semi-hard, not too thick, not too long and circumcised. “My girlfriend never wants to lick my hole. Do you like doing that?" As soon as he says it, he moves his hips a little to show me his perfectly formed ass. Why do soccer players have such great asses? Not an ounce of fat, pure muscle.. My eyes locked onto her ass as she walked and chatted in a foreign language on her cell phone. Each of her ass cheeks would bounce up with each and every step – I could see the shape of her ass perfectly in this dress, even the split between her ass cheeks.I couldn’t stop looking at her – the world stopped around me. My cock ached as I stared at her ass – I had to adjust a little, so people couldn’t notice my boner as I was wearing gym shorts on that morning.I followed closely behind her down.