”“Of course,” McMillan says merrily. “The FBI is at your disposal.”“We need up to the minute information as you get it,” Roger begins. �...��Also dig up anything you can find on Jonathan Roberts.”“No problem,” McMillan says. “Does this have anything to do with your senior agent?”“Just covering all my bases,” the director says. “Thank you, Frank.”When the FBI director doesn’t inquire further and the two men say their goodbyes, Roger sets the phone back down, along with the paper. “No witnesses and no. And Lana too.” Cameron saw her reaction. “Don’t worry she’s cool now. Are you ... OK? How much do you remember?”Raven sighed. “I’m OK I guess? I don’t want to think about it all, not just yet.”“Oh, yeah, sure, cool. Do you want some clothes or something?”She looked down at herself. “Who cares, nothing you haven’t seen — and I see you’re still a hunk,” she said.“Uh, thanks. I’m also still a werewolf, too. And will be. Ben is-- was wrong about stuff.”“Are you like, stuck? Like that? Wasn’t it. I moan as Linda for the first time ever takes my cock deep into her mouth, really deep, she looks up at me and then takes my cock all the way into her mouth. It feels so good and again it is all over too soon as Linda now licks at the tip of my wet raging hardon. Linda puts a finger to my lips and then expertly removes her bra and knickers. Linda now sits back on me grinding her wet pussy onto my cock. As she leans back I grab her hips to slip my cock into her welcoming pussy. I'm inside her. Lorraine eased back above my head and allowed George to slide over my lips with her pussy. And she was already wet with her own aromatic sweet nectar. The taste was sweeter than Lorraine’s and almost even more intoxicating. This was certainly a journey of sexual discovery for me. The excitement washed through me, overtaking all of my emotions as I quickly turned into a third part within one of total sexual womanhood. It felt as if we were as one. Sharing ourselves as one living, loving entity..