Bob had worked at the agency for almost thirteen years, and had seen that light come on only three times. He didn't have to get up and peer at the lit...tle plastic label glued to the console beneath that light. He knew what it said.It said "Emerald City" on it, some forgotten technician's self-proclaimed joke about who could make that light come on.The Emerald City light had a more formal name, but the sticker covered that up, and none of the analysts who worked there these days had worked there. It was still wrong of me. I liked it, I LOVED it. But to do it again wouldn’t make it right. I’m embarrassed to ask you this and I hope you won’t be embarrassed or shocked, but, Liz, my darling Liz, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want, but you did seem quite – ermmm – experienced. You seemed to know what to do. It didn’t seem like the first time that a man had, well, I mean …. well done those things to you. Is there anything you’d like to tell me, Liz? I only ask, and I have no. Wo zur Hölle hat diese Frau studiert? Wer hat ihr beigebracht, historisch gesehen unermesslich wertvolle Tempelanlagen mit Dynamit und Pistolen zu erforschen? In dieser Hinsicht ist sie schlimmer als Indiana Jones und das will eine Menge heißen. Aber wir müssen ihr auch attestieren, dass sie deutlich besser aussieht als Professor Jones (egal ob Senior oder Junior).Wie dem auch sei, kommen wir zu Punkt zwei: Diese Geschichte handelt NICHT von der Lara Croft des Reboots der Serie und wenn möglich. The way the girls responded the feel of it, the tightness, the heat. Mostly I remember the start of it. Like opening a can of beer, the first plunge. That was it. I woke her up, and after some sweet talk, I was back in that ass for a quickie. She just laid there on her side as I stuck it in her pussy to get it wet, and then switched to her ass for a little side fucking till I came, and when I cam it was deep in her ass again. After a few minutes of sweet talk, she got dressed, and Then it was.