"I did a curtsey."Sammy let out a howl of laughter."Oh no Maggie, no, no, no, no, you don't curtsey to her or any other bugger here."Maggie looked as ...f she was going to burst into tears, but luckily Sammy wasn't that insensitive and rushed over to put her arms round the frightened girl."I'm sorry Maggie." she said softly and smoothed the girls hair. "But honestly, I'm a right honourable whatsit as well, but nobody ,bothers with that rubbish any more, I'm just a kid."She obviously felt silly. They massaged my buttocks and slipped their hands between my cheeks and massaging my butt hole and occasionally slipping underneath and bumping my clit with their thumbs.They altered their attentions to my front and started to lather my pussy which was quite hairy which was due to not having time to shave whilst we were at sea. Their hands slipped between my legs and massaged my cunt which was by now not just slippery with soap as my juices were flowing too. Their fingers, probing my love hole. Well, at least not until she turns 18 and can leave.”Brock turned to ask Lynn’s opinion but she was already on her cell phone.“Marcia, it’s Lynn Collingwood,” she said into the receiver. “I need a material witness warrant drawn up quickly for Susan Simpson. We have every indication that her aunt plans to spirit her outside our jurisdiction and we’ll need her for the civil case and you’ll need her for the criminal trial. Her custody case starts in three hours. Will that be enough time? Judge. They look like some of the train robbers we've read about on the posters. One is an exact duplicate of the picture we saw in the post office in Huntsville. So we need to spread out and shoot the fools as they exit the building." How can you be sure they're the ones?" questioned Frank."I have a good eye for faces and I remember him, all right. Don't worry about that. The fact that they are standing with the long guns in hand and everyone else was seated gives me the indication they are up to no.