Maybe you could help me work something like that out, what do you think." I asked.He studied the pictures a little bit longer looked at me and said if...I was interested in doing what was in the pictures he could definitely help me out. "There's a few things I need before we could work it out, first in the pictures notice that there are three guys. I was thinking more like four guys because somebody has to take pictures to prove I did what she is doing. Is there anyway we could work that out," I. Fortunately, when a pilot flew and maintained control of his ship with the circlet around his head, neither hand was necessary to control the flying machine. Therefore, I could hang on to the safety railing with one hand and shoot with the other.As the first flying machine came past me, I snapped off a shot at the pilot. I must have scored a fatal hit with that shot because his flying machine began to tumble in the air as if there were no one in control. I quickly fired a second shot at a. Slowly she cupped her breasts as they lay flat on her chest like water balloons not quite inflated to their proper size. Fingers traced their outline, nails slightly digging in causing sharp pulses of sensation. Working her way up her tits she finally reached her nipples. Rolling them between her fingers she imagined it was Evan lightly caressing her, gently pulling the erect nubs until they stood at attention by themselves. Pinching harder, the pain/pleasure shot through her body, seeming to. I mean I know we broke up, but I was hoping we could at least be friends.” Before Molly could say anything, Professor Scott, who had witnessed this awkward encounter and could plainly read Molly’s discomfort, spoke up. “Actually, we are about to start Mr…” “Davis.” “Mr. Davis. So if you don’t mind, take your seat so that class may begin. Since you have missed the first two weeks of class before spring break, you have a lot of catching up to do in a short amount of time.” Molly slumped slightly.