He smiles and heads off to join the other agents. It takes nearly an hour for things to settle down outside. Once things calmed down again, the agent at the door knocked and announced himself again. He asked if the agents could begin to get slices of cake. “Of course, just send them inside. We’ll be happy to give them all the cake that they want,” I tell the door agent. In just a couple of minutes agents began to come into the house for cake. Bobby and Sammy also offer them red solo cups of milk if they were interested. About 1 in 3 took the chefs up on their milk offer. I turned to the front door to see Agent Fernandez talking to the door agent. “Special Agent Fernandez,” I yell from the dining room table. He sees me and holds one finger up silently asking me to wait one minute. I nod my head indicating that I understood. He finishes telling the door agent something and comes inside, with several other agents following him in. The other agents head over to where all the cakes are laid out and each one took a small paper cake plate and a plastic fork. Again, several of the agents took a red cup of milk. “Mr. Greene, I see that you have amateur everyone armed inside the house. No need to worry, we’ve got things covered outside. However, if you keep feeding my agents, they’ll fail their physicals for putting on too many pounds ha, ha,” Fernandez says to me. Several of us laugh. I really like Fernandez. He has demonstrated time and again that he’s to be trusted. “Agent Fernandez let interracial me get you a plate of dinner,” I blowjob tell him. He politely tries to decline, but I wouldn’t hear of it. Dakota is already up and filling a plate full of food. Fernandez just shakes his head and sits down at the dining room table next to me. While putting food in his mouth, he tells me, “I spoke to our buddy Lt. Horowitz. He says that there were no shell casings picked up by City Police. He says he believes that you just made everything up. Of course, I told him that there are nearly a dozen bullet holes in your front windows. He assured me that he thinks you had that done just to garner attention to yourself,” Fernandez says to me as he indian continues to stuff his face with the delicious food. Jill pipes up, “Do you mean that this idiot from City Police is trying to say that we cooked all this up just to get attention? This jerk obviously doesn’t know anything about us. We always try to stay under the radar. We don’t want our face in the paper, nor do we want our family or extended family’s picture out for the public.” “Ma’am, I understand. What he doesn’t know is that the bbc US Attorney’s office has begun an investigation into him and his ‘team’. I figure that there might be an indictment handed down by the end of the week or early next week, but that is not for release to anyone as we don’t want him to know he’s being watched,” Fernandez tells me. “No Big Dick problem, no one here will say a word to anyone,” I tell him with those listening nodding their heads. “I think he’s trying to weave a tale that he believes will cover his ass,” the agent says to me. “Oh, the tales we weave. Wouldn’t the truth be a bit easier over trying to make up lie after lie?” I ask. Pink high cut panties that tie on the side. The only thing my mom had that would surprise anyone who knew was that she had a rather large chest. I just shook my head, "perhaps before, not now. Ralphs was much more graphic it interracial described the sexual antics the guy group would be doing with Big Dick him. Then she smiled as Sam reached her. Dawn pulled out of the kiss, leaving Alex in her usual post make out state of bliss. You are ready for blowjob the real world and I shall watch over you." her tight pussy taking her boyfriends small penis she looked like she was struggling to handle it mines almost A young man about my age, who seemed to be speaking for the group, stepped forward and said sarcastically, “You’re in here.” He had served with her in her posting as a soldier and they had spent many indian bbc years in one anothers company. I...” You want me to punch you?" He put his soiled clothing in the amateur dry cleaning bag. He nodded his head. “Get out,” one of them growled. “Why don’t you try more fingers?” asked Mary, so I pushed another in. With that I waved my hand vanishing not noticing that all my wounds were completely healed. Maybe bi? She cocked her head, and considered the cracked ceiling above us.