By the time the response came the next evening, she had almost forgotten that she even sent the e-mail. Instead of a request for cash, attached to her...e-mail was a file named 'Sbmit1.exe'.Okay, so it wasn't spam. Correction. It wasn't spam ... yet. The creep would still probably ask for money for Sbmit2 or 3. Either that, or the program was just a delivery device for a virus. No big deal, Miranda figured. She had bought a new computer recently, and the old was still hooked up. All she had to do. I settled back into the seat, sent my left hand down from above her shoulder to hold onto her left breast and the comfort of holding on to her breast.The journey was fantastic and I am feeling like in seventh heaven. I am complete stranger to her ,but exploring the secrets of her , which earlier was known to her husband only.She spread her legs open and I now begin to rub her vagina directly & insert a finger in to feel her moistness & with my thumb slowly rub on her clitoris too she was really. We obviously weren't the only ones who had not had the best of nights! The general mood seemed to be serious but optimistic; we all knew that the vast majority of people passed the exams first time, and most others would pass the resits in early October. But we really didn't want to have to resit any of our exams.We pulled down the hoods of our anoraks as we entered the Union building, the place was crowded, and you needed to be alert to avoid being bumped into by some goon who was not looking. ..." "Be quiet," the officer retorted. "What have we here?" as the officers hands now rubbed Jenny's hard nipples through her dress and bra. "Please don't," Jenny said pleading "I haven't done anything." "I've told you before, shut up and spread your legs." And with that the officer continued with her search. She knelt down and placed one hand on the outside of Jenny's right thigh and the other on the inside and started patting her legs down over the material of her dress. She then moved.