I huffed a laugh. “Or else what?” I asked, and laughed again when she didn’t reply except by closing the door to the side room behind herself.**...Friday evening, 10pm. Professor Williams didn’t accompany me this time. The empty halls with the flickering overhead lights were almost spooky but I was too keyed up to care.The entire week, I had dreamed and day-dreamed about last Friday. My brain was stuck on the mystery, had latched on to it hungrily and gorged itself on it. I had searched for. Great, even. But on the return trip, the plane carrying Heather Nelson and her family, among others, experienced significant turbulence. Buffeted by strong air currents and unexpected pop-up storms, the plane bounced and jerked around enough to make Heather sick to her stomach and complain to anyone within earshot of her. That was bad enough. Then it got worse. Just when it seemed the turbulence was over, suddenly and without warning the plane seemed, to Heather anyway, to dive-bomb straight. Now my thoughts of curiosity turn to fear, my heart feels as though it is about to explode out of my chest and as I turn to run I trip falling face first in to some sort of thick sticky substance. As I struggle to fight my way out of the green, purple tinted slime I feel eyes watching me in amusement! I panic and begin to thrash around wildly in the hope I will be able to free myself, as I lay face down fearful of what may actually be watching me I feel a grunt of warm intense breath on the. Maybe it was their closeness, maybe the blonde had natural skills, or maybe they were just made for each other, Carly didn’t know but the first time with Sam had been amazing and it only got better ever since as the tough blonde got to know her body. It was even kind of artful, the way Sam fingered her to the edge of climax and then kept her there for a little while, going back and forth between the brunette’s boobs before finally kissing her way up to Carly’s neck, the web show star almost.