”“Sometimes that’s true, but always going with procedure and working the system instead of following what’s in front of you is how planes end ...p flying into towers.”Her head whipped around and she glared at him. Nine-Eleven was still a sore subject in the Bureau, even after almost two decades. It was their biggest institutional failure, pretty much since its founding. They took their missing the plot personally and didn’t like being called on it.She didn’t speak to him again as they got to the. Gently lifting her by the shaft still imbedded in her breasts and grabbing her legs, he managed to get her back onto the bench where he'd placed her earlier. That simple activity gave him another raging hard-on, and he badly needed to fuck her dead body.Angrily yanking the shaft out of her jiggling breasts, he threw it down with a loud clang. Almost whimpering with his need, he shoved his cock into the hole it had made in her left breast, squeezing with both hands to hold her breast steady. It. “Should I tell the old man to come over? Do you want him to watch while I fuck the hell out of you? Oh, I think you do. I remember the way you looked when we gangbanged you in front of your husband. Amanda the Slut in all of her radiant glory.” Bryan draped himself on my wife, his entire body still except for the grinding motions of his hips. His movements were slow and heavy, and it felt so good that Amanda had to bite her lip from screaming in ecstasy. She didn’t want to give Bryan the. “Are you mad at me?”“Yes,” I say, laughing, spreading my legs, unable tosuppress a tiny gasp as her fingertip finds that specialspot that so few males even know exists. Her lips are atmy ear again, hot whispers of passion, laced with herhusband’s name. “Was it good? Was it good when Carlo fucked you? Do youlike it when he fucks you? Do you want Carlo to fuck youagain? Do you?”There is a throbbing in my ears, as if I can hear theblood racing through my.