What would he say to gain entry anyway? The apartment was dark and only then did he realize that it had passed midnight. As he sat at the bar, beating... himself up over his gut and what he'd allowed to happen, hours had passed.Jethro Gibbs hated being off balance. Jethro Gibbs hated being vulnerable. But most of all Jethro Gibbs hated knowing his failures had caused an agent to die. And Jethro Gibbs knew himself well enough to know that being alone tonight would cause him to be very self. Pete's cock was semi-hard as he pulled Samantha's chair out and helped her get seated. He wished they were sitting on a bench seat on the same side of the table so he could play with her legs and maybe even finger her pussy while they waited for their food. From Samantha's hot sexy blowjob earlier, now he knew the territory they were both eager to venture into.As they were finishing up their main course, Samantha said in a low voice but loud enough that there was the risky chance of someone. "She giggled and then the laughter turned into a slow moan as the fat cock head parted her swollen pussy lips. She was so wet and slick that he had no problem continuing to slide that fat black monster between the willing lips and her moans turned into another squeal as she orgasmed for the second time in as many minutes. How much he had lodged into her, I could only imagine, but he had obviously found her sweet spot and in my mind now there was no way he was going to let go until he had fed. And, carrying on his famous father Horatio Bones' legacy, he was an explorer, an adventurer. Looking for action, risks, danger, the wilderness, and of course any free drinks and curvaceous girls along the way. You only live once, and Set was living for more than one man. He'd fucked other explorers, librarians (research!), dancers, whores, bandits, thieves, pirates, farmer's wives and daughters, bar wenches, assassins, tribespeople, priestesses, other guy's brides, and even a princess. Most of.