"You're not my Susan, you're the Supreme Andrologist of Sol Three-Hundred-Million, you lead all the Coit'ii here. Is my escape that important in the g...and scheme of things?" I tried not to look over to my left at the red, velvety mattress that floated six inches off the ground, beneath the layer of glossy fabric there seemed to be innumerable writhing shapes."It is not your escape human, but rather the cunning and drive that went into it's effort." Her hips swayed as she approached; the same. " Once I was on the bed, she wasted no time in sucking me back to full hardness. With the lights on, I could see her eyes as she did. It was much better this way. Satisfied I was ready for action, she straddled me, and skewered herself. "Oh, yeah. I'll definitely enjoy this," she groaned. "Ronnie, my naughty boy, I'm gonna fuck you senseless. I hope you can at least tie your record, because I am one horny MILF tonight. I was going to fuck... whoever was here... into oblivion anyway, but now. . enjoy the story and if you haven't yet, read the first two chapters yet of this NCIS parody. I suggest you do to get a better understanding of the episode I wrote up. Enjoy :)In one of the evidence rooms, Ziva and Sarah began to empty the boxes of evidence collected from the meth lab onto the light-up table. As the evidence bags cluttered the table up, they worked the items into organized areas of which they were collected from. Ziva had been a little on edge since her and Nick's ordeal and. The motorcycle gang, The Kingsmen, had very nearly destroyed the bar, had very nearly destroyed the Eastman family. One good thing about the fire was it forced the bikers to move on to Club Paradise. Just as they had done with the Dead End Bar, the Kingsmen had declared Club Paradise as their unofficial club, and within weeks, had denigrated the already quite seedy bar to a place that very few would patronize, unless they were looking for drugs or prostitutes, or both. But now that Paul.