" Well, girls. It looks like we have no choice. You simply must be examined. You may not even change your mind about taking the flight. Once you have ...ntered the security checkpoint, you will not be allowed to leave without proving that you have no weapons."At this point, it looked like Karen might faint.Vanessa piped up with a suggestion. "Sir, is it possible that you could be the one who performs the examination?"I hadn't thought of that possibility, probably because it would normally be. Quickly after he said yes she moved forward, shut the door, and kissed him--Brad might have been put off a little had he been seeing someone, but then again, he wouldn't be at spring break if he was. The kiss was aggressive on her part, something Brad had never quite experienced. He was already missing it when she pulled back, and said, "I'm the girl you rescued, I just wanted to thank you personally."Being the nice guy he is, Brad was about to tell her no thanks were necessary when she. With each touch I could feel his passion increasing and I felt moving into a wonderland where my body belonged to Nish. He went on with my outer part and in his fingers brushed on my clit. I was wet and could feel my juices (metaphor from my husband’s dictionary) dripping out of my yoni. He then slid his fingers in side. Till that point my husband had only slid in one finger but Nish slid in two fingers. I could feel my hole expand and a new level ecstasy spread in my body. He massaged my. Sassy Jackson, age fourteen and four months, pupil at Strikken Academy, ... hang on ... er ... er! mother of Pawnee Jackson ... er ... fuck!” he paused re reading the information.Fossy licked his lips and drooled at the sight of the seven foot two black giant who while scanning the typed sheets and the twelve inch screen, deftly held in one massive mitt to confirm details, occasionally fiddled and scratched what to Fossy from the old days looked like a truncheon down the inside leg of Mbongo’s.