Reynolds, I was told to expect your call. What can I do for you?” he asked.“I recently came into possession of four valuable items that I believe ...ere stolen from the Kremlin Armory Museum in Moscow. I would like to make arrangements to return them,” I explained. I know I heard a quiet gasp at some point during the explanation.“You say they are valuable?” he asked, obviously trying to get more information.“Yes, much more valuable than the chicken eggs I raise here, probably worth nearly ten. I saw disapproval in her lovely eyes."I didn't expect to see you for at least another few days."Is it betrayal when done in their best interest?"I had to come," I explained, moving to her, "its getting harder and harder to stay away." You shouldn't come her so often. It isn't safe, I know it isn't." I don't care." I said, caressing her lovely cheek with the back of my fingers. "I needed to see you, talk to you, be with you." Then just talk with me - that's all we used to do, we don't have to do. Mr. Indiana Jones now had the reluctant intent of both manhandling and molesting this girl’s wholesome, uninjured young body. This young man’s hands grabbed two handfuls of firm, sexy ass and lifted the girl up to a more comfortable kissing height. Hot breaths and wet lips enthusiastically wed and a devilish passion was aroused. Two uneducated tongues became orally skilled and found an insatiably appetite each for the other. With no preconceived intent to do so, Norma Jean and Indy. “No, no, it’s fine. It’s my fault,” she interrupted me, “And don’t be embarrassed about, you know, your erection. You’re a young man, it’s perfectly natural.”“Yeah, sorry about that,” I replied, trying to stifle a grin.“Oh, don’t apologize, it’s my fault. I was concentrating on those dirty, dirty glass bricks. I didn’t notice,” Izzy said, “Did your boxer shorts fall down?”“Oh yeah, I guess they’re too loose, or something,” I lied.“Well, once again, I’m very sorry, Jack. Are you okay?” Izzy.