"No, you don't understand.." He responded shadily."C'mon, please!" She begged, "Get me out! Before that bitch finds you!" You mean Miss Mandy?" He ask...d."Yeah her..." She replied, it dawned on her that something wasn't right, he was acting dodgy, and wasn't at all eager to free her."How do you know her?" Sarah asked him puzzled. "And how did you know I was here?" Well the thing is..." He began, "I've been a regular visitor to Miss Mandy now for some time..." "You what?!" She gasped."Yeah, and. So, Lucy padded our four wheeled wheel barrow and assisted my wife to sit inside as Lucy pushed her back to the pond. Quite an adventure, great footage of their trek through the trail to our pond. Hard trek for Lucy pushing my wife. Good thing she’s only 16 and being a shemale has the strength of a young man (remember she didn’t take hormone transition therapy so to avoid becoming sterile, wife wanted Lucy’s balls fully loaded and be able to deliver potent, fast swimming sperm!) as by the time. He looks at the screen and looks at me and then looks at one of the other men.One of the other men disappears only to come back a few moments later. "Here is the picture modification from Langley, Sir." He hands the first man another mobile. The first man holds it towards me and then nods to another of the group. "That's a confirmation, Sir" he says.Another man approaches. He holds up an official looking ID card. I can read the words Agent Elmer Black, Department of Justice. "Jennifer Alison. When I felt you pressing against my lips, and moving your hips almost uncontrollably, moans increasing in intensity, I stopped. Not abruptly, I slowed down and pulled gently away.I pulled you into a sitting position. “Unbutton my shirt,” I said.I knew you were shy, despite being nearly naked yourself. But I guided your fingers and you were soon in the swing of it, and my shirt was on the floor.“Nice chest,” you said, brushing my chest hairs with your soft, gentle hands.“Now, pants,” I said.You.