The men have already made a landing pad,” I replied.I found Andy and relayed the conversation. Andy made the call to make sure the last security per...ons with the Suburban saw to it the mechanics got over to the terminal building for the flight home and then return to the embassy.The truck and vehicles arrived with the last of our crates and people. The skid steer driver now had it down to a science. The crates were quickly unloaded.There was still plenty of daylight left so Andy assigned Mac. My sister brought her head closer and peered into the hole again, gasping and bringing her head back when she realized I was indeed watching her. She scooted back a little and slowly began to take off one of the straps from her night time shirt, and then the other. She slowly pulled down her shirt revealing her tiny little bra, she reached back and began to unhinge her bra while I was pulling down my shorts and exposing my cock and gripping it with my hand and pressing my head against the door.. Every Hollywood horror film came to mind: horrendous monsters with dripping fangs and bloody claws, disfigured living corpses with stinking, rotting flesh.She shook her head, chiding herself. “That’s stupid. I’m an adult, dammit.” She kicked the covers off and shifted to look over the edge of the bed. “I know better, I can’t be afraid of monsters.”“Monsters don’t…” Her eyes widened at the sight of a clawed hand waving at her from beneath her bed. Two luminous silver eyes glowed up at her as she. A few beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead. I tried to blank out the fact that this was my friend Matt’s cock, and forced myself to think of it as any old knob I was sucking off at a party for a dare. Carefully I licked up and down his full length, feeling the heat radiating off it as it bobbed against my face. I let it rest against my cheek as I kissed the root where it emerged from his jeans, then licked right back up. When I got to the top again, I kissed the knob, teasing him for a.