I gently rubbed my hands up her legs, quickly under her shorts. I squeezed her hot smooth thighs first on the back just under her ass, then I moved my... hands around and squeezed her sexy inner thighs right below her pussy. Whenever I looked up at her face she was always looking down at me with a confident gaze in her eyes that said she was going to milk every last drop out of my balls whether I understood it or not, even if it took all night.I didn't concern myself with that. I knew she wanted. ‘Sorry Major, I never heard about it,’ Nelson said quietly. ‘Doesn’t matter, I need your help.’ ‘Major, I haven’t taken a job in three years. I am out of the Biz. I walked away before it got me killed,’ Nelson said, a note of pleading in his voice. ‘You owe me, Nelson, and I got no one else to turn to.’ ‘Damnit all to hell,’ Nelson muttered. ‘Skyjockey’ll be there in half an hour with the data card. It’s up to you whether you look at it or not.’ With that the screen went black. ‘Trace,’ Nelson. He saw her lying there, one knee crooked up, her hands behind her head. She was asleep, laying beneath the stars looking like a fallen angel. He made his way silently toward her, not wanting to wake her from her dreams as he shed his clothes. Emily felt a warm sensation tingling through her breasts. She moaned, opening her eyes to find a blonde head bent over her chest. Her hands entangled themselves in the blonde mass as she lifted her breasts to the mouth that was suckling them. ‘Andrew,’. I used to use my van for personal use and one day on a day out my wife dropped something in the van and was rummaging around under the passenger seat looking for it when next thing she sat up holding a handful of mags in her hand, whats these she said, i blushed and did not know what to say, i eventually said they had been in the van for ages and i had forgotten they were there, to my shock she started browsing through one and turned to me smiling calling me a perv. Later that night after a few.