"The documents to be transported to our new accommodation in Scotland Yard are marked MIB, as in Military Intelligence Bureau," I announced. "What is ...he name of Stafford's new department?"Colonel Slade had not long entered the room, and I had addressed my question to him. "Stafford's department is renamed the Municipal Information Board, and will include the records of the Bow Street Runners, who are also being housed in Scotland Yard." He replied.I wrote MIB on the box of documents destined. "I better be careful. For all I know a few drops of some kind of fluid might dribble out. I just scrubbed the floor; I don't want to have to wipe up anything weird!" Tearing off a single paper towel from the roll on the wall holder, she placed it on her immaculately clean counter within easy reach. "Well, I've given quite a few hand jobs in my time, so this shouldn't be too difficult."The bottle of olive oil seemed to loom larger then life on the countertop. "Lube seems like a good idea." She. She removed my jeans and we kissed again our bodies.I slowly put my finger on the top of her panty and rubbed her. She was too much aroused and making faces that she was not able to control it. I slowly put my index finger on her vagina. She gave a jerk and suddenly word ‘aahhhh’ came out.Then I removed her panty and the white body was having some hairs near hair genitals. I caressed them with care and kissed the vagina. I removed my pant and my dick was so hard. She said that it is what she. "And its only eighteen years old too, isn't it Joe?" Samantha asked him."It sure is Samantha," he concurred, "just eighteen and not yet fertilised any woman. Its gonna get stuffed up a lot of pussy from now on though, I'm real horny to fuck as much cunt as I can get."Samantha winced at his directness, but couldn't argue his intent."But I'm going to be the first." Jenny affirmed."I don't see how you'd not get preggo Jenny, look at it, its drooling with semen already. Simon, feel that real man's.