. they want to kill you ... some of them don't mind dying doing it.Manchester to Boston, 70 miles more or less. Downhill. Due to towns, villages, stop... signs in the middle of nowhere, it takes about 3 hours. The train is faster.Boston to Manchester, after great sex and shopping, takes an hour, uphill ... well it feels like it. Bang! You're past Manchester and heading home ... it's not far.I wanted Jess. I wanted her. In my bed, in the tub, on the couch, up on the telescope platform. She was. " I sat down in the chair in front of her desk, "I'll just wait right here. She got up and hurried further in to the FBI offices.About as fast as she left, she came back with agent 'Joe College' following her. "There", she said pointing at me, "he just came in and sat down." The poor doll looked like she was going to break down in tears. The agent just grabbed me by the arm and dragged me where he had come from. He pulled me into another office. He looked like he was about to blow a gasket.He. I sucked this huge cock for a what seemed like an eternity. I lost track of time as I was caught up in the moment; the feel of the firm, slick head rubbing the roof of my mouth, the wrinkles of the soft underside sliding across my tongue. I desperately wanted to swallow it whole... and damn it, I was going to try.I went down on it as far as I could, again about five inches, tried to relax my throat, and then forced my head down another inch or so. I started to gag, but didn't give up or pull my. The word drifted across his brain, half-buried in his furious anger. That was it, he was sure of it now. But even as he thought he had these soldiers figured out, he rounded a corner to come face to face with a lycan hybrid that he had never in all his centuries seen or heard tale of. The half formed human and wolf crossbreed stood over seven feet tall, the face elongated into a mouth full of wickedly sharp canines. The arms were abnormally long, the ends of the fingers ending in three inch.