There were a dozen big flat screen televisions hanging on the walls, all showing pictures of a woman in a business suit. The whole woman could not be ...een in any single screen; each showed only one part of her. One screen showed her dark blue skirt and stocking-clad thighs; another showed her midsection from the side; another the skirt covering her buttocks; another her torso from the back, clad in a pale pink blouse; and so forth. Every part of her body was shown in one screen or another from. I had discussed with Jack the possibility of letting someone else from the flight drop the bombs this time. He jinxed that idea. His reasoning was that I was the one with the experience at the job, and the whole thing was too dangerous to add in extra factors. With that in mind, I had to agree with him, but I didn't want the other guys to think that I was hogging all of the glory.We took off at the usual time, and I was carrying the four thermite bombs. This time, Bill provided the top cover. I had a low key crush on her ever since she started. She had just turned 15 years old and was gorgeous for that age, she was about 5’7 and maybe 120 lb she had a fit body and it was like the only places she gained weight were her C-cup breasts and her perfect round ass. Abby and I worked a lot together, we were all the time on the motor boat and we had to wear these thin tight wetsuits so it wouldn’t be cold to go in the water, and that gave me a perfect opportunity to observe her every curve.. They drop down to the end of her rib cage, pale as snow. Her nipples, small and perfectly round, are seated at the tips of each B-sized boob. Scott’s eyes widen as he sees her tits. He slides his hands up her sweaty sides and softly wraps his hands around her boobs. ‘Uhhhh excited?’, asks Sara, grinning. ‘I’ve been dreaming of these for years.’, answers Scott, smiling. Scott fondles her tits and plays with her nipples, Sara moaning with delight. Her tits squish against his hands, the soft.