"Yes?" she prompted, obviously less taken with me than I with her. "Did you want something?" I was looking for Alex Sullivan; do you know where I can ...ind him?"The blonde barked a brief, unhappy laugh. "I'm Alexandra Sullivan -- what did you want?"I walked a little further into the classroom. "I wanted to talk with you about your popular opinion survey." Her expression lightened, until I added, "My name is Lloyd Parker." You!" I think if she'd had something heavier in her hand than paper, she. Weapon? Hell, he was a tourist, with one carry-on bag and a suit torn at the knees, going for a vacation in a war zone. Christ, anybody with half a brain would be asking questions.-=)0(=-Five hours later, in Puerto Grande's capitol, Paulus Hooke stepped out of the air- conditioned building and stood next to the busy tropical street. Humidity descended on him like a blanket and he felt the creases in his starched shirt melt as he waited for his ride. The noise of the traffic enveloped. "Mmm, oh, you're a natural lover, Philip, you make me feel so good." "It just seems so easy with you, Sara, I don't even mind your husband taping us. I think I'll want to watch it over and over." For a guy who had never had sex before, he was lasting longer than I'd expected, we had been going at it for about five minutes, maybe he was still a bit scared and nervous. But then, oh, yes, my pussy worked its magic. "Oh, oh, yes, this is it, yes, mmm, UUNH, UH, MMM, mmm, oh, wow, oh it feels better. My hand has been in my pussy all the time he is in the bathroom, my fingers rubbing small circles around my clit, careful not to get so excited that my voice would sound weird. By the time he's back, I'm almost cumming. I try to stop touching myself, but I can't. Images of my dad's hands inside my panties are driving me insane. Well, more insane."Here's your things princess."This is it. I have to make a move. He's about to get out of the room again. I can imagine his need to get out. His.