It's silly but, as I turn the key in the engine, I sometimes say things like, 'it's a tough job, men, but someone's got to do it'. The daft things you...say to yourself sometimes! As I drive there I find I'm psyching myself up, as the Americans say. For all you might complain about our brothers across the Atlantic mangling our language, every so often they come out with a particularly pithy phrase that seem utterly a propos, and psyching oneself up is one such.Visits to Frances and Robert are. I didn't think you cared. I take it that's a 'YES'?"Lisa nodded. "I guess. How did you get those pictures?" Did you notice a guy with the camera phone when you and other girls on the third floor and the guys from the second floor were streaking each other the day after you got set up at North Hall? Well, as you were running down the hall and across the campus, he was taking candid shots of the whole crowd. When his memory card was full, he downloaded the pictures to his laptop and then e-mailed. But that was all I had time to do before he climaxed. MMM?! I moaned in surprise as I felt the hot cum squirt from the tip. The gooey substance soared through the air for a second before landing in my open mouth. The surprised moan soon turned to an odd mixture of disgust and arousal. The disgust came from the acrid taste of my lovers semen and the arousal from the fact I had made a hyena cum with nothing but my boobs! Eyes closed to keep from being blinded, I spat out the impressive amount of. “I don’t like seeing innocent people taking a wrap for something they’re not guilty of.” His mouth curves into a smile despite the circumstances. “Hey...” He reaches out to stroke her face. His hands drop to her waist and he pulls her across the couch toward him.“Curtis...”“No detective?” he asks. But before she can reply, he brushes his mouth against hers. The words evaporated in her mouth before they are even formed as he deepens the kiss, exploring her lips and sending all kinds of delicious.