I'll probably write more down the road and for an idea of what the characters look like I put descriptions in another file called Toby and Jo.He could...feel something was different the moment he came in the door, of course the scent of his favorite scented oils might have been the first indication but there was also the feeling he only got when Jo was going to pounce on him from some random spot. He never could quite figure out how she did it. Chuckling to himself, he whistled a short tune as he. Turpin instantly moved to Susan who was now kneeling by Robinson’s side and trying to undo his body armor.“It’s my fault, Inspector.” she said, “I should’ve seen her come up behind us.”“No one expects you to see everything.” Dan Turpin said in a reassuring tone. “It’s just as much our fault for letting her get past us.”A low moan from the unconscious Sergeant brought a smile to Susan’s face as she realized that he was alive.“His chest armor took most of the impacts.” Supergirl said as appeared. “Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.” I bite your nipple and your body spasms. “Again! Bite me again!” I suck your nipple deeper between my lips and bite the circle of pink which surrounds the taught, hard nipple. Your body spasms again. “Yes. Like that! Suck it! Bite it!” With each spasm, your cunt convulses and tightens its grip on my dick. Still I can’t move and I want to thrust into you with my own rhythm. I reach both hands behind you and grab your ass, hot to the touch. I lift you. For the gallery display, the painting was something she had to create on her own without ideas or personal visions. She had dug deep within herself, pulling from every creative corner, making something that represented raw freedom and a personal sense of beauty. The studio itself was small, so small that Marcus felt out of place. Standing over six-two with two hundred and five pounds that was all muscle but could glide easily, he felt cramped. Standing in the cramped space filled with easels.