With keys still rattling I focused on the thin strips holding her top together, her top being a flimsy patch of satin-like fabric stretched out by her...broad, muscular back and her gravity defying perky round tits. I was so tempted to tug on one of the dangling cords and have her tits bounce out. I was so tempted to tug on that mini skirt and have it snap off to the ground. The sexy, tall girl before me was a sight out of my wet dreams and I seriously contemplated mounting her right there in the. Life on the run was becoming a bit of a bore lately but he had become addicted to the excitement of never knowing if the next turn of a corner would be the last thing he would see in this life.In the last six months, he had taken part in no less than four kneecappings, two perfectly executed termination operations and a beauty of an explosive device at an infamous police station known for harsh interrogation methods. He had called in the details on the device to the authorities to insure there. Someone untied the string behind my back and my skimpy little top fell down, hanging loosely between my tits that were being massaged by Bob and Dave. And then I felt myself being pushed over to lay back on a folded sleeping bag.At the same time, another guy pulled my bikini panties to one side, and I was not sure who was groping my cunt. Before I could say anything, Sam said, “Oh man is she getting wet!” And I was. This unexpected and spontaneous assault was actually feeling pretty good and. My guy says the bomb under the car was a dud too. It was two road flares taped to a magnet with a blinking LED from an alarm clock. If it could have gone off, it would have just caused a bunch of sparks under the car. I am having them dust the rest of the garage, including your grandfather's old office. Jon, this is damned strange, I don't know as I've ever heard of anything like it. That bomb under the car, according to my man, was a professional job. He said it was all tied in like someone.