”“I’d like to meet this girl. Will you bring her home?”“I’d really need to sort things out with Emmy first.”“Does she know you’re he...e?”“Yes, but there’s a football game and dance tonight, so she had a date. I talked to her and encouraged her to keep that rather than spend maybe an hour with me, at best. I figure the time to bring Angie to meet my parents is when we’re ready to move to the next stage.”“You see her potentially being ‘the one’?”“It’s way too early to tell for sure, but I’m sure. By mutual consent, they went into the bathroom and showered together, as they had been doing since they were babies. They toweled off and went back to the bedroom. Neither of them ever wore anything to sleep in, so they turned down the bed covers down, and climbed in. Sharon made the first move. She cuddled against Dave kissing his shoulder, and whispering to him, "Davey. Would you mind, very much, fucking me. I want someone to make love to me like they REALLY cared for me. It has been SO LONG. “Making me work for this one, huh?” she said, laughing. “Haha, I am not getting down there,” I said. As if the conversation were naturally leading that way, Erica looked up at me and kissed me gently on the cock through my pants. “Call me tomorrow,” she said, shut the door, and walked back into the party. She never looked back at me. I sat for the rest of the evening, sipping quietly on my beer. I would steal glances at her, but Erica never made it seem like anything had changed. She was. Not because it was newsworthy but because I wanted video to critique the training and to document the training improvement.To my surprise Victor showed up to watch the hostage rescue. I had new thermal images from the agency hangar in the back to work with. The agency was always evaluating new equipment and procedures and more than willing to use it.Special agent Kevin Parks was the manager of the agency hangar and research team stationed at Morton Field. After the Atlantic 709 issues had gone.