I took a few sips, feeling more at ease with the drugs seeping into my system. He wasted no more time and took me in his arms and began kissing me har.... Without warning his tongue was probing my mouth. Clothes were coming off quickly, thanks in large part to him. I was practically paralyzed in shock of what I was allowing to happen. Now completely naked, I felt his hands roam my body. My hands followed suit and I found myself touching him as he was touching me. The drugs were really hitting me;. He hurried in red faced, positioned his bike, locked the door and began to undress. I watched the sweat dripping from his nose and running down his exposed shaved calves. He was out of breath and chaotic. I wanted to lick him all over. “Christ mate, I really do need a wash now! I’m dripping!” He said.“Come to me. I will wash you.” I said religiously. I dunked a flannel in warm soapy water and lathered him up as best as I could. I tenderly washed his cock and balls and then wrapped my hand. My gear was camo but all of the security people were issued brown as it was not as hot as black uniforms. In the sun black uniforms cooked you - good in cold weather, not so much in hot.All the other parts were also sewn to Velcro so they could be changed as needed.There were six from customs who went up the stairs into the 747 with Lorrie and me. They started down the aisle first, stamping passports as they went and we followed. Thirty minutes later we were done and the seventy five from. I licked the top of her breasts as I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples, moving from one boob to another. This lasted for about ten minutes. I then bent down and took her pants off. They had a zipper in the back so I squeezed her juicy ass one more time throught her pants before I unzipped them, slowly. Once her pants were pants were undone, I slipped them down off her hips and they fell to the floor. Aunt Jennifer was wearing black lace stockings underneath her pants. She must have.