. Really needed you, Beck.”“So it was lust?” I asked.“No, I can’t call it lust. Very satisfying. Very welcome. But I needed somebody to love...me. You did that. Us sharing each other was ultimate love.”“But love,” I said.“You know I love you. I know you love me. We’re family, Beck.”“More than that, huh?” I pushed, bravely.“Yeah, pretty much. Kinda scary.”I took his face between my hands, got almost nose to nose with him. “Bradley, I LOVE you.”“What a mess,” he sighed. “I love you, too.”“Like. We all were acutely aware of their bureau chief’s position on breaking the back of organized crime and his sordid way of changing the rules of the game to suit his own purposes whenever it was necessary.The director of the FBI was almost a God in the law enforcement field and he had a secretive approach to taking down criminals that the general public found to be exactly what the doctor ordered to maintain balance in the fight against crime.When Brenda was on top and we were screwing, I was. It had softened a bit when we had gotten out of the car. This was probably a good thing as his boner was very obvious in those shorts and visible to all his neighbors. As he was holding me I started to kiss him sensually. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and it went wild all over. I then bit his lip a little. He was carrying me at a pretty slow pace, perhaps not wanting this hot make out session to end. As he made his way to the hallway I started to suck on his tongue. I love swapping spit with. "Rebecca!" gasped Stacy, "What the hell do we do?!" I don't know," replied the equally breathless Rebecca. "I mean we have to play the game, we have no choice but I don't know its just ... shit I'm freaking out here!" Please Becky, we need to stay focused here, We cant let ourselves..."Stacy went silent as the conveyor belt came to life and with it both girls felt the first twangs of the vibrator as the central section began to vibrate up to a point around three inches deep inside each girl..