So Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?"Cynthia had been complaining about coming to the school fundraiser since I picked her up. A constant half h...our of complaints interspersed with gossip on who was sleeping with who was starting to wear thin. Besides, I enjoyed the fundraisers. Sure they were corny, but they really were for a good cause. As my best friend Lizzie always joked, "Principal Peterson apparently watched too many episodes of Leave it to Beaver as a child. He has a warped view of. I looked at Sunny."Oh private plane." I said."oooooooh I bet they have a good menu." Sunny said."they do." Idin said not lookng up from the computer.We left to the airport with out any further incident, the plane was nice, Sunny enjoyed the menu on the flight, she was still by my side the whole time, on the flight I had time to examine my feelings for her, I did like her, a lot, time would have to see.When we landed we taxied to a hanger, where a limo with blackened windows waited, once the. I felt Maria's fingers working at the buttons of my shirt and lifted up enough to throw off the garment, then went back to kissing her big boobs, loving the softness and tender fragrance of her skin and the puckered hardness of her nipples. Her hand roved through my hair, lightly tugging my head even tighter to her form.I fumbled with the button and zipper to her skirt but eventually got them opened. I was still a little surprised when she lifted her hips to let me pull the skirt off and. "Would it be more interesting, if I told you I have fine tuned it so that any communication from, or to the SBI or FBI is the only things that pops up?" he asked."Okay, that might be of some interest," I replied."The FBI field office for this area has a program that reports terrorist, guy on the most wanted list like the KKK and the like. Guess who else is on their list for a copy of everything they can find?" Wilson asked."Why would they want my communications," I said knowing it was a trick.