Believe me, I returned the favor and found her moist crotch opening to my fingers. Remember, we had not kissed at this point. Her verbal commitment to... me was "you find some pot and I promise you can fuck me all night long." We polished off our 4th beer and hit the streets. I hailed a cab and asked the driver to drop us off near Union Station. This area of D.C. is nice during the day but can get a bit rough at night (little room or patience for young suburban white k**s). It was still day light. “Your Dad’s a Cure?” Culsen asked looking shocked. “That’s not in your records.”“It’s because as a Cure he’s an Imperial asset and they don’t want me kidnapped to get at him.”“That must mean your Dad is Cure David?” Beeln said in hushed tones.“Yeah, but please, keep it to yourselves.”“Least I know who to come and see if I need a miracle cure,” Culsen grinned.“Only for miracles though,” I laughed.“How does he do it?” Beeln asked, as details of how a Cure cured people weren’t known at all outside. "Yep, that is if you ignore a space ship in the garage!" Great work you foxy thing!"Mulder just purred. "I also found the missing shipment of Licorice!" She just loved the stuff.Meanwhile, unaware of this disaster Tom and 'Tricia' were walking up to the studio safe. The apparent Tricia put her finger (The middle one) up to the safe and said 'her' name and the safe opened! Great! They had the tapes and the disks and were walking away when Tricia's big fat daddy walked up and gave his protesting. I showed her a trick I had recently discovered. I could make any part of my body shrink or grow. She giggled madly when I grew my finger thick and long and gave her a monster finger fuck. She had a great time with that."Waa, just like cock, Mr. Kaid," she cooed. "Now I want real thing." I pumped up the 'real thing, ' stopping at eight inches. She practically slavered as she looked at it."Waaa, so long and so fat," she moaned happily. She grabbed her knees and pulled them all the way back. "Not.