‘Well Martin I may be old but I still know at least two things. You’re a handsome young man, and I don’t have a grand nephew. Martin or other wi...se. So who are you then?’ she asks me softly, She’s still smiling a little. I chose the easy one. ‘My name is Martin. I’m a collage student who was given an essay to write. My choice was the dancers of Vaudeville. You to be specific.’ She gives a giggling chuckle. ‘How much work did it take you to find me?’ she asks smiling, shaking her head. ‘Quite a. You realize that, talented as this person is, Darren answered, he or she probably got into the CIA files by accident. Probably didn't even realize what he got.How can you say that, Darren? Stephanie came back. No one breaks into a system as secure as that without knowing what they're doing!I didn't say they didn't know what they were doing, Darren responded, only that they didn't know who they were doing it to. The data they took was pretty much random files. It's sheer luck that they got. He then inserts spectrum in ass and spreads ass wide to 4 or 5 inchs looked around with other doctors using some type of light inside me ass then removed speculum he then had exam chair middle up and back down to my head was facing floor leaned further back to where my pussy and ass was almost in line with ceiling i couldn't see doctor any more or what he was doing he gave me something orange to drink to relax muscle and pain my mind went into twilight zone. he said was going to insert some. I had no idea of cup sizes but these melons were more than a handful and from my vantage point they were perfectly shaped and begging for my “strong hands” to enjoy. This pose lasted an agonizing few seconds and then she ran her arms along her side lying back down. This hid her tits completely as she lay down with arms pushed back along her sides.I continued to rub lotion around her back trying not to let my erection touch her arm as I reached to the opposite side of her. “Get down low too.