"I was an undercover agent for the FBI. I was inside a terrorist organization before there was a Homeland Security agency. HS wanted me after the agen...y was formed and I refused. I refused the CIA as well. I became a 'contractor' as a way of controlling my own destiny. I pick and choose my assignments. I usually succeed, so they tolerate me." Who are they?" Our beloved government. I don't really exist if you ask them. I don't work for a team, I freelance. That's what makes it dangerous, but. That would be corrected tonight.Darla and Dave just looked around a little at some of the grave markers where we were resting. I got the beer and wine out of the car while waiting for everyone to return. The four of us started drinking. I guess Darla forgot she was one of the designated drivers the way she was putting down the wine. Cheryl was starting to slur her words some.Ben and Beth came back first. The smile on Ben's face told the story, 'Mission Accomplished'. "Damn", said Beth, "those. I took her up on her offer. The next day, I was at her door wearing my lucky team shirt and holding a case of my lucky game day brew.She opened the door wearing her team's colors, of course, and had done her place up in all of her team's colors. She made us a couple of plates of some really good pulled pork. We ate that and had a beer. Steph was really easy to talk to, she didn’t seem like the same “standoffish” woman that most people in the office see her as.Her team got the ball first and. I slid up on top of Sofia and pressed my dick against her labia. I looked deep into her eyes and then slipped just my glans inside her steaming folds. Remembering that it had been a year since she had sex, I began slow, short strokes, never going more than two inches into her. We kissed softly as we moved gently together, never breaking eye contact. Ever so slowly, I began stroking deeper until after a full five minutes our pubic hair meshed together.Taking cues from Sofia’s eyes, facial.