They didn't seem too worried."Shiplett grinned at Lieutenant Brophy. "I'm not too worried, either, sir," he said. "I read up on this place in the libr...ary. There hasn't been any Death Squads for about five years now. Everything I've seen says she's right." Death Squads," Brophy repeated, clearly unhappy. "Shit."Lenore only smiled as she brought the Joy Redux to the fishing wharf she'd chosen for the fuel pump on it and the tanks behind it.She handed Brophy the CAR-15, a shortened nickel-plated. He remained standing firm behind her exposed. She reachedback to grasp his cock and guide it into a hole but the sensation she was having was so strong her efforts went unanswered. When he felt the contractions end he eased his fingers out and the two remained seating against the window pressed into each other. It took some finagling and some looking out but she managed to remove her pants. They were lucky the arm rest between them could be removed out of the way. They wanted to execute a. “So, who’s chasing who?”“Oh, I’m definitely doing the chasing ... you’re far too pretty to have to chase any man,” John said with a playful smile.Faye giggled and seemed to have an extra bounce in her stride as she strolled along beside him. Despite her sophisticated outfit, she walked with an almost irrepressible joy that made her seem innocent and adorable in equal measure. He noticed that she was already starting to draw attention, with service personnel doing a double-take as the couple. I noticed. I had a moment of sadness as I saw first her gorgeous tits then her beautiful pussy slide out of view. She was truly a beautiful and sexual woman, even if she'd allowed me to ruin my life.Then she leaned up, cupped one cheek in each hand and kissed me gently on the mouth. She put her gown in the laundry hamper, pulled off the table paper covering the exam table, including the very wet spot where her pussy had been, and balled it up. She put it in the trash can then turned to look in.