My jaw opened slightly, but was soon covered with a surprised smile of my own. I couldn’t help but feel giddy inside while looking back at them.“K...den!” I said, nearly shouting. He smiled with closed eyes before casting his eyes back down towards my bag, his expression completely serious.“I’d love to chat, but it seems we’ve got a crime scene here.” He said, picking up an exploded ketchup packet, covering the floor and my bag. I felt so embarrassed, gosh, I should’ve cleared my bag, and maybe. He looked at his fingers, and how the strength in them, the tendons along the bones, how easy it was to tap into them and bear down on something to break it. It was like crushing an egg in the palm. Popping a human skull would be like crushing a grape.The sizzle of silver burning in his wounds snapped his mind back to present circumstance. A second pause was enough for the hunter who rolled out of the way to bring their pistol back up, only to have to roll out of the way again as Eric pounced. Some of the files were from past cases and they included complete post-case analysis. She was able to learn what was done, what the agent thought about his or her own actions and what the folks up the chain of command thought as well. Interestingly enough, even in the classified (and partially redacted) case files, no agent names were mentioned. A quick scan through the rest of the files confirmed that only agent code names were used.Another interesting item that caught her eye was that the. Pressing on my g spot. Making my wet pussy pulse from the orgasm. Before I realised, he was crouching between my spread legs. I could feel his hot dick sliding against my wetness. I could see the hunger on his face as I gazed at him. I wanted it, I wanted it so bad. As if reading my thoughts he smiled and took hold of his dick and rubbed his shaft against my clit and pussy, making me tense up as it was still sensitive from the orgasm and with a swift thrust of his hips. He plunged his dick deep.