" I'm Harold Franklin calling for my dad, Ben, of Franklin's Flying Service and Aircraft Restoration out of Lansing, Michigan." You have my aircraft?"...Came in today ... those are some big containers. The truckers are here and we need permission to crack the seals so we can inspect. Just so you know ... Immigration and Drugs are here too." Crack away, Mr. Franklin. Unless someone else is shipping something in my containers that I don't know about, tell the Drug folks they are welcome."David. "High school boys! I can't wait!"Amy blushed. She hadn't meant it like that, but Elissa seemed to interpret everything the way she wanted."That gives me an awesome idea," the Goth-girl said excitedly. "Have you ever kissed a guy?"Amy was surprised by the question. "Uhm, sure," she said. "Why?" Well," Elissa replied, scooting closer to Amy, "I haven't. I've never kissed anybody! Can you believe that?"Amy began to feel a bit uncomfortable. "Wait," she said, "didn't you... jerk a boy off before?". Eric was told to lie down on the examination tablein the middle of the room to wait for the technician. Eric felt a bituneasy as he followed the girl's direction.A nervous feeling gnawed at Eric as he counted the tiles on the ceilingand tried not to think about what would happen to him next. Eric'sattempt at putting the day's events out of his mind came to an abruptend as he heard the door to the room open.A young technician dressed in a blouse and a pair of black leggingswalked in. Eric's eyes. Then he got really started. Ramming that huge fucker into my mouth - it seemed he didn't get lined up well as he pushed out my cheeks and told me to open wider. Finally the head found my throat and pushed it full. He was rock hard now and like I said a little soft makes it easier to slip way inside. Not anymore - he shoved and pushed and swore at me.I was out of breath when he pulled back - he was pissed off that it hadn't gone down. He moved me a bit to align my throat straighter with my.