I was one of the coordinators and taught one of the symposiums. You made quite the impression, Sergeant Reaper.”I remembered that seminar. It was ab...ut six months after I made it to the Tactical Response Team, and Crowley and Jenkins had sent me to the FBI training complex in Quantico, Virginia when a training slot had opened. It had been very educational, but perhaps not quite the way it was originally intended. I gave a sheepish smile. “I’m surprised the FBI wants anything to do with me these. I grabbed a couple of beers out too.Might as well be a good host and offer them a beer before they have to go crash in the basement.The ten o’clock news was on when Chris walked in. Turns out that Chris was the girl who looked more like a guy than the guys, at least when in the company installer uniform. Now she was here wearing very thin, open at the sides, shirt and a pair of loose shorts that did nothing to hide her going commando.When she caught me checking her out she did the most. Maine apna hath unke boobs per rakh diya. Meri mom kuch ummid leker mere pas aayi thi to main unhe niras nahi kar sakta tha. Kuch bate ankho main hi batayi jati hai. Maine unke boobs squuzed kiye aur fir unka blouse khol diya, niche unhone bra nahi dali huyi thi. So ab main apni mom ke boobs suck kar raha tha aur unke upper aa gaya tha. Unki taraf se koyi objection nahi ho raha tha to maine uka peticoat bhi upper khich liya. Oh my god, she was not wear any panty too inside and her cunt was. ’ He answered, his voice rough. ‘I requested Margie.’ He said, as if his first response wasn’t indication enough of his preference. She somehow managed to find her voice as he approached her, realizing he was much taller than she had thought. She lifted her head up to meet his gaze. ‘Mrs. Winslow said I was to come to you.’ ‘Did she?’ The corner of his mouth lifted sardonically. ‘Francesca has an odd sense of humor, it seems.’ He murmured. His nearly black eyes slowly caressed its way down.