The throb of the engine in her new Ford Mustang made her impatient to get on her way, so she threw her kit in the boot, removed her jacket and she was... hitting eighty down the slip road within minutes of leaving the car park. Hip hop tracks rallied out of the stereo and she rode her driver's seat like a true professional. After a swift gear change, she made a 90 degree turn onto the B road and she sped off into the darkness leaving the hum of the motorway behind her.One mile, two miles; she. It was just a little bit, but still significant enough to grab my attention. She was too busy to notice as she was trembling from the rest of her orgasm. But the convulsions of her pussy did expedite my orgasm.I reached for her lips with mine, but she was already on it. She plowed her lips to mine, dragging my face down with her hands. Naturally, my pace quickened as I was about to cum. I loved to treat her pussy (and any woman’s pussy) like a delicate porcelain doll, but as my end neared, that. ”“Could it be defeated?” my sister asked.“It could, but it would be way more difficult,” Greg said. “They would have to find a way to code in the name into the variable instead of just changing it in the database. It’s possible, but difficult. One way to mitigate that is using cryptographic hashes to verify that the software hasn’t changed. The problem is the same, though: someone could no-op the checks. We can try to obfuscate it and make it more difficult, but that won’t make it. What I found when I finally did, surprised me. I had, in the past, thought that all teenaged girls might wear sexy underwear. I had seen plenty of pictures of them in a mail-order catalogue which my mother had, and I had managed a few sneaky looks in the porn magazines that my father had got hidden in his wardrobe. This proved not to be the case where my sisters were concerned.In my eighteen-year-old sister’s drawer, her collection consisted mainly of what my mother would have called ‘sensible.