. without the rest and slowness.The erosion, however destructive is nothing compared to the result of the electro magnetic readings from the flyover.T...he flight crew, done for the day, deposited video camera and roll chart graph in the office drop box and headed for the Boteco for a drink and unwinding. Flights have been shot down before ... it's a wild world, the back country.The 'Save the Rainforest' Foundation, contractors of the flyover, opened the office in the morning, retrieved the mail. You look up at me with that mischievous grin and bite my clit. Gently. I scream out with pleasure. I run my fingers through your hair. Grinding your face into my wet pussy. You happily indulge. You tear yourself away from my pussy and make your way to my mouth. Deep, wet, hot kisses. I can taste my pussy on your lips. On your tongue. Mmmm... I feel your hard cock, grinding me, still trapped beneath your pants. I fumble with the buttons and finally managing to pull them down. Your beautiful cock. Quand la fourgonnette est chargée, il va s’essuyer au lavabo, nous nous frôlons en remontant dans le véhicule, et là, je ressens comme un léger courant électrique dans mon ventre.Nous roulons tranquillement et Moussa , à l’arrivée, décharge les sacs. Quand il a fini, il prend ma main, je suis comme paralysée, nos regards nous disent que nous avons envie l’un de l’autre. Il me caresse les fesses à travers la robe, j’attire sa bouche, nos langues s’embrouillent, se fouillent, un engourdissement. Would it be OK if I hung these up to dry?” I asked him very frankly. “Sure,” he said quickly. “You want me to throw them in the dryer? It won’t take near as long.” I rung them out and then flicked them and hesitatingly held them up. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Thongs don’t take very long in the dryer.” I said laughing. He held his hand out to take them from me but I flicked them into the clutches of my hand. “Lead the way, Mister.” I said in a naïve narrative. I followed him through the hallway.