Her eyes are dark and somehow always seem to cast meaningful glances, withholding some secret any around her would desperately seek. Her body…was br...ath-taking. She wasn’t anorexic, but she was far from overweight at the same time. Her breasts were…large, and temptation-inspiring. Full D cups gracing her otherwise short and slim form. Her ass had a generous curve to it, and her legs were a privilege to touch. …but this was no fantasy. She lay before me, nothing between us but my own. " Wait, I've thought of something. Can I run it past you first?" Fire away." It's just, he always looks so lonely. And we have so much happiness." You can say that again." Can we share it with him? In a special way? Only... you must say if you don't want to."It was warm. I was taking my coat off but did it in a way that 'accidentally' undid a couple of blouse buttons. No more than I could get away with in public, but so Matt could see a bit more than most. I also turned a little towards the man. Pulling out of that tight canal. Kissing Emma. She loved it. She wanted my dick back in her. I obliged, not wanting to take too long. I went in her slowly, watching my cock go in and out with every thrust. I coupled with her, missionary style. I flipped and got her on top of me. She was so light I could lift her, so I lay of my back and positioned her on top of me. She straddled my cock and I let her weight down. Her pussy had already taken my cock, so it had loosened up a little. She rocked. “Are they going to need stretchers or are they going to be able to sit?” I asked.“Stretchers - the damage to their legs was extensive,” he replied“OK, I will send a C130 to pick them up. I don’t want the flight to be too comfortable. How many others are you sending with them?” I asked.“Two interrogators and four guards,” Director Dorin replied.“Is there any problem if our people want to ask them questions?” I asked.“Once we are finished, ask all you want and dispose of them through your normal.