Your hair splayed over my chest as I massage your tits. Not even pretending this is a massage as I kiss the side of your neck, your earlobes, cupping ...our tits and playing with your nipples. You can feel me hard against your back, marvelling that I’m hard again after all that… you ignore it. Letting it poke you in the back as I slide one hand down between your legs. Just letting my hand sit on top of your pussy for now. Watching your breath start to become more ragged as you get visibly horny.. It feels as is someone has lit a flame within me. I feel myself start to get slippery in my spandex, and I quickly sit down before Mr. Grant can catch me. A few minutes later, Mr. Grant strides back into the room. He hands me the papers I need and starts to show me to the door...but at this point, I'm too turned on the let this opportunity go. I stand up and slowly stride over to the window, careful to jiggle my ass as I walk. I get on my tiptoes and lean my head out of the open window, making. Lauren put her arm through Peter’s. “But what about us? How do we get home?”“Cab? Where do you live?” asked the mechanic. Peter’s apartment was on the other side of town, but Lauren’s house was only five minutes from the repair shop. The offer of a ride there was gratefully accepted. Lauren retrieved her bag, and they climbed up into the heated cab of the wrecker along with the mechanic.Once they got out at Lauren’s house, Peter and the mechanic exchanged business cards, then Lauren led him. The saboteurs came out to meet them and we caught them.”I looked at Chuck, we smiled at each other. These two are smart cookies and Harry isn’t Mr. Dumb as a plum as some people thought. He also doesn’t walk around like a zombie at school during lessons, and he hasn’t fallen asleep once.“You guys are very clever!” Chuck said clicking his tongue. “That was such a good idea, I wish I thought of that!”I agreed and nodded. “We are coming towards Hawaii. We will jump in two minutes to the.