The remaining officers stayed at the entrance to seal off any escape attempts. We knew that we had to deal with Carl and Jeremy Haynes, Joe Wilson, Mrs. Haynes, and the three we had seen in the truck. We were heavily armed, not knowing what kind of weapons they had with them. I thought it might help if we could disable the big semi they had driven so I had hurried to my SUV and retrieved my Benelli M4 semi-automatic shotgun. Quickly, I ejected the six buckshot shells in favor of six magnums with steel slugs—guaranteed to crack virtually any engine block or penetrate any bulletproof vest. Slipping under the huge trucks that blocked their escape, twenty of us spread out around the quarry cumming buildings. Max followed my cues, maintaining silence as Daryl, Dan, and I hid behind one of the rusted out sheds. Just ahead of us we could see the four Hairy locals joined with three from the truck’s cab counting through the money—more than one million dollars fresh from the First National Bank of Memphis. They talked and joked as the suitcase of money was stowed in the rear of the cab. After this formality was completed the seven worked together to unload the truck and place the illicit goods onto pallets which would keep them off any wet floors. We moved into position where we could observe and move forward with the arrests. Using my radio I determined that all of us were in place so I called out, “STAY WHERE YOU ARE! THIS IS THE POLICE. WE HAVE YOU OUTNUMBERED AND SURROUNDED. MOVE TO THE OPEN AREA IN FRONT OF THE TRUCK WITH YOUR HANDS ON TOP OF YOUR HEADS. YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO COMPLY.” Of course, I never expected that they would. Instead, the three outsiders who turned out to be members of an infamous Mexican drug cartel, ran to get their AK-47’s, shooting wildly in all directions. They were wearing vests, but that didn’t bother me. I raised the Benelli, took aim and fired. A 12 gauge magnum shell has extra gunpowder that propels the heavy steel projectile at extremely high speed. Even if it failed to penetrate the vest it would surely break several ribs, rendering the perpetrator useless in any kind of a skirmish. I watched as the slug struck, blood gushing out of the man’s back as he fell to the japanese ground. One of his partners climbed into the truck’s cab and tried to start the engine. My next two shots were through the radiator and into the block. Steam poured through the holes as the slugs ripped through the copper tubing. I doubted that the truck would go far even if the exit wasn’t blocked. As I watched, the state police fired perhaps a hundred shots into the cab and eliminating the driver from the battle. Max and I crawled off to the left as Daryl and Dan headed right around the truck in an effort to get better firing angles on the erstwhile drug dealers. I couldn’t believe my luck when Carl Haynes and his wife backed up to almost where Max and I stood. When I spoke it was barely a whisper. “Raise ‘em, Haynes and don’t try anything stupid. My dog will take you apart if I don’t shoot you first.” He dropped his weapon and raised his hands. I pulled him and Mrs. Haynes around the truck’s trailer, securing their hands with vinyl wrist cuffs. After a quick pat down I passed them off to the state policewomen to be held away from the action. I learned later that a careful search of Mrs. Haynes turned up a detailed ledger showing the group’s sales, profits, and offshore accounts of more than ten million dollars. Now there were only three fugitives—Jeremy Haynes, Joe Wilson, and one of the truck drivers. There was sporadic firing, but mostly it was intended to locate targets. Max and I crept forward again, keeping low. Fuck me. Fuck me! Shit-bastard- fuck-prick! Sandi collapsed onto the sofa, pulling off of my softening prick. I knew I had to work a ton of hours the next day. I made sure to keep my kiss as light and playful as I could as touched her g-spot inside and behind her clitoris. “The world knows something is going on here and the tendrils are reaching out trying to ensnare me.” A growing girl. Giving my naughty looking little cocksucker the attention he deserved – thinking that, I did not mean it in a derogatory way, though I realize many might interpret it like that. I drifted off to sleep as Kara’s motions finally ground to a halt, lost in the notion that lesbian bunghole sex is indeed Hairy the finest form of love there is... I was disgusted and humiliated. I whimpered and groaned. The normally stoic Philip moaned in ecstasy. His eyes didn't leave that huge dick in front of him. She was next. “Uh… sorry.” My back arched as the ecstasy melted my mind. “A great fucktoy,” he muttered. “Oh, Becky, yes,” groaned the pregnant magician. Let us see the true character of this Mortal, Accuser. Jill knocked and Tina opened the door. “Baby girl, can you run and get Mr. Bertrand some coffee and refill my cup?” He asked, holding his cup out. Jill replied, “Absolutely!” Soon his spunk was shooting across onto the coffee table too. As I chewed through the food I thought that I might just have to have a small parental snoop through her room, just to stay ahead of the curve or at least not so far behind that I get blindsided. With each breath they take, it made japanese the hole wriggle and squirm like it was alive. I looked around. "'Nothing,' was all I could think to say to him at first. I need this!” I couldn't flee. I’m on your side here. Some Pokemon respond more to eye contact than others, cumming and Eevees in particular appreciate eye contact more than, say, a Houndoom. I could taste her pain, and it was delicious. Perhaps it’s because having to regularly feel a man in her mouth is preferable to the nanotech I have stimulating my anus. Our body unites properly for the first time. I am a whore. She purred in her throat before quickening her pace. I giggled in the feeling that created while he ran the brush in my armpit.