‘You know, I was planning to go over to my house later and develop some pictures,’ he said. ‘Pictures?’ Mary asked. She’d been thinking abou... Dianna and had forgotten the nude pictures Matt had taken of her. ‘What pictures?’ She thought a minute, then realized which pictures he was talking about and felt herself growing red. ‘You…you mean those pictures?’ Matt nodded and smiled. Then he kissed her and left. Dianna stood waiting for him in front of her house, and didn’t even wait for him to get. He let his whole weight press against me and slid his hands down under my butt, pulling my ass up to meet his penetrating prick as it pushed into my pussy again and again."Oooooh, yes, baby," I panted, "let me have it. Shove your prick into me. My pussy wants you, baby. It wants your cock in me, it wants to be fucked by your big cock. Ooooh, I love that. It feels so good when you push it into me like that. Yes, honey, that's it. Fuck me."Suddenly, I knew I was going to cum. My panting was. He released her face and closed his eyes for a moment, and then rolled away from her as he sat up on the side of the bed with his back to her. She deserved to know the truth about him before he could touch her… He flinched slightly when he felt her hand on his shoulder. Then he turned to stare at her in mild shock as she spoke. ‘I told you I know everything about you… Jonathan Christopher North, the third… undercover operative for the CIA. I know about all those other women… even the one time. ‘You expect those guys, who get paid minimum wage to lug their fat, old asses up the stairs, and have the common sense and strength to pry these doors open. Just to save your cute ass, Princess?’ Her breath caught at his use of the endearment. Her eyes flew open at the familiar nickname and for a moment she feared that his brilliant mind had finally made the connection that she had fought so hard to hide. ‘If they aren’t having to defend the lower floors from looters that is.’ She exhaled as.