“I have been wanting to fuck you, and have your sexy lips wrapped around my cock, ever since the first day you were in my class,” Mr. Barlow said,...while continuing to feel her up while he drove. Cindy just sat there silently as Mr. Barlow felt her nice breasts through her blouse and bra.“What size bra do you wear?” Mr. Barlow asked.“32C,” Cindy softly answered.“Take out my cock,” Mr. Barlow told the teen.Cindy unzipped his fly. Reaching into his undershorts, she wrapped her small soft fingers. Using five inflatable boats they’re soon ashore a few metres up the beach. They can easily see where many people have walked back and forth on the beach, many are very small footprints toward where the boats were. Using infra-red sensors they follow the footprints back into the scrub covering the island. They vanish into the middle of two large bushes.Two Swords take care to part the bushes to show the path leading between them to a cave behind the bushes.Slowly they walk forward. Sensing. ”It’s always a good idea to make sure the cops can identify the good guys when they get to the scene.“Also, the mugger’s partner left in a mid-90s maroon Buick four-door.” I gave her the plate number. “He was last seen turning onto I-95 North.”“Thank you, sir; I’ve passed that information along.”We could hear sirens and a few seconds later emergency vehicles arrived. Fire station 47 was less than a half-mile away. Two paramedics jumped out. One trotted over to us and the other opened a panel in. "I hate fucking Jazz to," he said. "So how about it."The Piano bar was in what used to be the dining room of a railroad hotel in New Wales. Someone had rescued the hotel for a B&B. The owners added the piano bar to draw some local business as well. The lady who owned the B&B and her daughter played the piano. They were both very, very good. The mother played show turns and light comedy music, while the daughter did a lot of classic rock. In other words the music was great fun. They served.