Beverly Flynn gave a silly little girly giggle as she followed and gave Jack and Susan a slightly guilty look as she left them. Jack and Susan both gu...ssed correctly that Mr Flynn did not really have sleep in mind when he took his wife by the hand and lead her back upstairs to their bedroom.As Mr and Mrs Flynn departed Susan looked at Jack and said, “Well, I guess I am a little beat myself. I might just go back to bed for a while too ... under my one little blanket! I’ve been awake since 5:30am. Using me like a puppet she slid my hands up under her skirt. I slipped my fingers into the waist band and she pushed on me, easing her panties over her thighs and down her legs. She then lifted her leg, wrapping it behind my ass and ground her waist into me until she had worked my cock between her labia. She slid her slit up and down the length of my shaft. She was fucking me and loving it. Her eyes were closed and her breath came in short gasps. She let out a long, soft moan and her thrusts. It’s a slippery metal. Colorado has a big Moly mine. Looks sorta like lead but it’s not as cohesive. When it’s under pressure it’s like needle bearings.” I have to keep my explanations simple because ... well ... Harry Potter calls ‘em muggles. And they don’t understand.“A Wendy, fries and a ‘beer please ... and some burger for Murray and a saucer of ‘beer.”“Murray want fries?”“I’ll share.”“Ernie!”“What?”“Wendy and side and a half of fries,” shouted Frank.When I order fries and say I’ll share. My hair had been styled in a "page boy," whatever that is. For the record, my hair was brown. Unless you were close enough and looked at my crotch you might not notice that I was a boy. Primary sexual characteristics are not all that noticeable in the young and my unisex haircut did make me look feminine. Looking at myself in a mirror or on a video display, my little boy package just wasn't obvious. Calling me "she" was appropriate enough."Nolan, what's a special security officer do?" Matilda.