" Wonderful, everybody wants it. It must me munitions of some kind." I said and watched him try not to show any emotion. After it was loaded I decided...it was the Russian version of the stinger missile. I would have had Russian Chic read the writing on the boxes, but the labels had been blacked out completely."Andrew, why don't you and the Russian Chic try to get some sleep. The Brit and I will keep an eye on the loading of the cargo." I suggested."Sounds good to me. The crew quarters is one. My tongue went in deeper while my lips touched her pussy lips and I started to suck on them.My aunt had taught me how to pleasure a woman by finding her G-spot, so I guided my fingers into her pussy while sucking them. Her pussy was tightening around my fingers and the whole mid finger was in her pussy, then I folded the tip of my finger to find the G-spot and after few second I found them and started to rub on her G-spot. The moment I hit her G-spot she started to moan louder and push her hips. ? I touched his smiling face and kissed him.He got dressed and ran downstairs to get the wig he wanted me to wear. I made a mental note to bring all of them up here with me before the end of the day. While he was getting them, I dried my hair and looked in the closet for something to wear. I spotted a pair of leather pants and remembered Brandon telling me that he loved the look of a silk blouse and leather pants. And I just happened to have an emerald green silk blouse. It had long sleeves and. She wanted Whitney’s stay to continue and be exciting and fun and that meant staying one step ahead of the pretty teen at all times. “Are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?” Whitney asked with the impatience of youth. Ophelia grinned, trying not to think of herself as so much older than Whitney, although her experience in matters erotic had given her some extra wisdom. She knew that someday, the same would be true of her niece. “I don’t suppose it would hurt to tell you now,” Ophelia.