I have3 more rooms than usual. I guess someone called in sick." "Well Good Luck" he said.The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. As I walke... down the hallway toward room 506 I felt a hand squeeze my ass. Startled, I turned to see the maintenance man behind me grinning and I gave him a scowl. "Don't work too hard Tracy." he said with creepy grin on his face. He duckedinto a room marked "EMPLOYEES ONLY" and I continued down the hallway. When I reached room 506 I took a deep breath,. ”“I grabbed her ass, ground on her, and palmed a boob, too. Jamie, what's wrong with me?”“From what I can see, not much.” She ran a finger from the base of my half-hard cock, along the underside to the tip, slowly circling the glans a single time. Then she gave me a peck on the cheek and left the bathroom.As well as I could, I pushed my mind to other things and got dried and dressed. I put on baggy camp shorts and a very long baseball shirt and went downstairs.The minute I opened the patio. Soon she was underneath a pile of thrusting, rutting sex crazed Mole-rats all jockeying for position, and with such wild abandon that soon a dozen pink wrinkled bodies were clustered around her, and the one fucking her was itself being fucked. As they all tried to squeeze into the vast clusterfuck, she could feel hot wet penises pressing against her legs, her buttocks, her thighs, her waist, and unsurprisingly it wasn't long before she was being fucked in her pussy and her ass at the same. How could either of us let the Americans know that in 1983 the shuttle Challenger would be destroyed because of a seal failure? Who would pay attention to someone not yet 25? Set back a multi-billion dollar program on the word of someone not involved in the American space program? Nope, we could try, maybe getting close to someone who would be listened to, but the sad fact was that we would live through those tragedies again.We'd be older by September 2001, but that didn't mean we'd be able to.