"Ken picked up speed until he was rolling along the taxiway at 40 kilometers per hour. Before him, Martian sand, blown by the constant wind across the...surface, created a gentle patter against the windshield. On Mars, blowing sand was something every engineer for every piece of machinery or construction had to deal with in some way. The runway and taxiways he was driving on at the moment had to be plowed twice a day in order to keep the painted lines visible. On the aircraft's air intake. Bugger this she's not getting away.i grab her hips and start driving my cock into the wonderfull wettness that is her pussy.her eye's flash open."oh fuck" yeah your busted" shit" no i think fuck might be more suitable"she trys to get off me i pull her back down."i think we had better stop" no i think we had better finnish what you started" no please your mum's gonna bust us soon" then we had better both cum quick then" oh fuck it yes then" mmm you feel sooo good" peter your so hard i couldn't. I sit in class daydreaming about Miss Noor. She has amazing tits, and always wears pants so tight you can see her cameltoe. I'm going to have to go home and beat off just so I can concentrate on my work. I held my backpack in front of me to hide the bulge rising in my pants.As I was near the exit, I passed my my math classroom. Miss Noor was sitting at her desk and she caught me staring at her."Jim, what are you doing still here? You're going to miss your bus." Well, Miss Noor, I was hoping you. "I'll just wash you hair and dry it a bit," she said as I walked oversitting down she spread a towel around my neck and adjusting the seatshe leant me back and began washing my hair. The sweat smelling shampoo and the relaxing way her fingers massaged myscalp made me relax as I wondered what else the night had in store. Soon my hair was washed and under a dryer as she moved around kneelingdown I felt her hands caress my legs. "Oh they are smooth," she said. "Eh yeah I don't have really hairy.