The farmer approached and came in close behind Fiona, she stopped sucking and tried to pull up off my dick.“Did I say you could stop sucking my cock... you whore? Fucking carry on”.Fiona carried on but tried to shift round to the side to see what the presence was behind her, this is when the farmer became active by planting to rough hands on her ass cheeks and having a good grope of her bare cheeks.“What we got here then boy, where’s that young little thing you had her last night?”“That little. Whether or not that was her intention, I don’t know. But it sure seemed that way to me.As I was transfixed by her hands’ actions, she reached forward with one hand for mine and held it out, palm up, for her to see. She looked long and hard, and then putting the glass down, with the other, she traced the lines on my palm. The touch of her finger to my palm sent electricity up my arm and right down my spine to my cock. I swear I felt something through her hand that touched some inner part of me.. "I gulped, wondering which idea I feared most. Being trapped for the restof my life in Judy's body, or finding out that he could "cure" us. Afterall, if Bill could do that, wouldn't that mean that "I" would die. Thatmy mind, my memories and my personality, everything that made up "me"would cease to exist. And if given the choice, would I sacrifice all ofthat to bring Judy back to life? I didn't know. All I knew was thatneither solution was very appealing.Finally we all said goodbye to Bill and. The Lieutenant got on his radio and called for reinforcements from his platoon. The two CIA agents were soon cuffed, frisked and under guard. Looking down from above, it made my day.The cop used the CIA agents' radio to identify himself to whomever was on the other end, and to ask questions, but that person wasn't at liberty to divulge secret information.The lieutenant was no longer anticipating being righteously pissed off; he was now all the way there. He believed the Rangers had been used by.