‘My god sweetie it was so hot today, you’re all sweaty too, you must have just gotten home too.’ You blush and say ‘Yah daddy’ knowing its a...lie since you’ve been home for hours master bating. ‘Hey daddy! wanna go swimming?’ you ask. ‘We can go to the beach and play in the water like when I was little. ‘ ‘I would love to sweetie. I don’t think we’ve been there since mom passed away.’ ‘Go get your stuff and I’ll go put on my swim trunks.’ I watched as her little butt bounced up the stairs in her. . what he was. She was the catalyst. The beginning of it all. And now the ending.I love you Martin Leonidas.Her skin like soft satin, deeply tanned and deliciously tasteful. Her sweet essence the flavor of her scent, like nectar from a fruit he could not live without, a drug that he was addicted too.With all that I am.The curve of her firm breasts, the sensual line of her legs and the perfection of her center. Her wolf coat so like his, as black as the darkest night, yet like touching the. What do you think spies are: priests, saints and martyrs? They’re a squalid procession of vain fools, traitors, too, yes; pansies, sadists and drunkards, people who play Cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten lives. Do you think they sit like monks in London, balancing the rights and wrongs? I’d have killed Mundt if I could, I hate his guts; but not now. It so happens that they need him. They need him so that the great moronic mass you admire can sleep soundly in their beds at night. They. I think she had noticed me checking her out though as she turned around waiting for me at the door to my house but she just looked at me with a little grin on her face. My face though, turned a very deep shade of red. We walked into the house and I grabbed us both something to drink then we went and sat down in my bedroom. She just threw herself down on my bed and spread herself out. I sat down in my chair next to my bed and handed her her drink. We ended up playing video games for an hour or.