I wish I could have you suck my cock every day as I could never have a bad day if it starts like this. Eventually I wind down and you crawl up to me...and begin to kiss me with the same passion with which you sucked me off. I can taste the remnants of my spunk on your tongue and it is so Goddamn sexy! I return your kiss with a similar fervor as we hold each other in a loving embrace. I just love kissing you, but I love kissing you even more after you just swallowed my huge load. There is. She'd actually be here. No more texting on What's App, or sharing photos of each other over Facebook, she'd actually be standing in front of him and he felt himself terrified of how she'd react when she saw him. It was true he was quite tall and sometimes unsure of himself, but today he'd dressed in her 'favorite' outfit. He'd put on clean trousers and his brown steam punk-like boots, recently polished. His collarless Victorian style shirt was clean and neatly pressed and his braces slung over. The agents in their position all began to look around, searching out the source."Waxford," Hayes said, noticing that his underling seemed suddenly preoccupied. "What's going on? Are they trying to break out?" We have armored vehicles moving our way," he said softly, feeling fear gripping him."What?" A lot of them," he said. "Coming from both directions." Armored vehicles?" Hayes demanded. "What kind of armored vehicles? Tanks, APCs, what? Those things can't move inside of the city!" "You might. All persons having business before this court, please direct your attention. Honorable Judge Prunella T. McCracken presiding. All rise, please.’ The judge entered from left, looking stately in her black robe, yet matronly due to her grey-white hair and overly- wide torso. As she sat at her elevated court bench, peering down upon the court room, and smoothing-down her robe, all others in the court room also sat now. The court clerk handed Judge McCracken a brown file folder, and she perused its.