“Alright,” the squad leader says, sighing heavily. “Get things packed up here.”“Where are we going to head, sir?” the agent quickly asks.�...�We’re closer to Bliss, so we’ll go there,” the man answers without hesitation.Hesitant to get moving, Whitmire continues his line of questioning. “What about the other city? Are we going to leave them defenseless?”Doug is taken aback by the question and slightly angered by it as well. “That’s a question I do not want to hear ever asked again. We’re not going. "You've probably got a funny itch; shall I give it a rub?" and without waiting for a reply, I pressed my hand openly on her right breast and rubbed very gently form side to side."Oh my God, you're so right!" she gasped, pushing the magazine to one side, "Yes, please, do!"I reached my other arm round from behind so that I could caress both gorgeous tits together. I ran my hands softly over her shirt, feeling the shape of the twin mounds beneath; she certainly didn't have a bra on - it was all. I mean yes; I don't know," Vicky said distractedly. "Don't you think they're a bit..." A bit what? Gorgeous?" A bit ... well ... short?"Celeste looked down at the hem-lines which just barely covered their bottoms."Well they are mini-dresses," Celeste rationalised. "And the sixties were pretty racy." Are you sure they're real?" Of course they're real," Celeste curled an admonishing eyebrow. "You're wearing one, aren't you?" No. Are they real airline uniforms?" Vicky explained. "They're not .... Its gonna be late when we get home I know She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder, within minutes she was sound asleep, I pecked her lips, I whisper you have no idea how incredibly much I love you The next hour seemed like a day, it started raining minutes after Julie fell asleep and it was so cold that the rain started forming into ice on the road I whisper to myself where the fuck are we I pulled off the highway it was two thirty in the morning and I needed gas,.