" Come in and tell me what you want to do."Gloria restacked the contents of the least-burdened chair and sat down. "You remember the mission with the ...equations, the ones that got them off the planet and all the other good stuff?" The one where you killed that creep with the knife? Yeah, I remember."Gloria said, "Well, the guy we gave the equations to didn't do too well, personally. He and his buds worked on it for a long time subjective, got the top international prize for physics, all kinds of. He worked on himself with his lubed-up hand quickly as thoughts of his best friend filled his head.His thoughts raced—there was he and Damien passionately kissing in potions class, both tugging at each other's belts as they prepared—Damien sucking his cut cock, looking up at him as he filled his throat; Damien bent over a table taking Harry’s cock up his ass as he screamed moaning; ending with Harry pumping his load across his pretty face. As this happened, his hand sped up, ready to blow his. Thought Jeanette. ‘How did you lose your husband, Dr.Morgan?’ ‘It was quite tragic really’, Claudia Morgan replied, examining her nails. ‘A freak accident. I…I really don’t care to talk about it. I’m still dealing with his passing. Lonnie, could you?’ She looked almost sad, but it could have been some other emotion that fleeted across her face. It passed like a breeze ruffling her perfect mask for a moment, then disappeared. ‘Dr Morgan hired me initially to handle her divorce,’ Lonnie added.. He puts both of his hands on either side of the door frame and pushes as though he’s going to tear the entire house down. The veins in his forearms bulge out. You remember the feel of his thumb on the side of your throat as he thrust his cock so far into your body, it made you sing with excitement. Your hand slowly moves up to your throat. Then you realize what you’re doing and you look down. He is there in front of you now. His bulging pants inches from your face. He puts his big hands under.