I suppose that wasn't technically required since they abandoned it, but it still made it crystal clear that he had the moral as well as legal authorit... to carry out his salvage project.The letters against it were all from the maybe-environmentalist, Jake Wallace. I frowned. The Sheriff's Department should've taken these. They might be evidence. I shook my head. What was I thinking? They thought this was an accident. They probably didn't even get this far.The protest letters started out pretty. ( Wait till next time we chat. ) After she had climbed that peak, and gave out with a bucking and screaming orgasm, I watched as he slowly retraced his path up her body, till she was licking her juices off his chin and kissing him deeply, he was poised with his cock just above her pussy, and she was raising her hips in an attempt to trap him in her now very flushed pussy, but he was just talking and teasing her, then he allowed her to reach down and slide that cock into her very wet pussy. I. I quickly realized that Mr. g. had not left the room and was moving silently to the bed I was in, I dared not make a sound or move as I had no ideal what was to come. Mr. G. slid into bed next to me and cradled me in his arms, it was then I found out that Mr. G. was naked. His huge old penis throbbed against my young thigh as his rough hands explored my young nubile body. Mr. G. whispered softly to me 'Larry, Larry, your mother is at it again. SHHH, be still and it won't be long, I'll be. ”“Just alright?” Nurse Helen questioned. I felt a bit daft now, but Helen was saying, “Nurse Sophie, I think we need to monitor the patient’s pulse.”Nurse Helen continued stroking my erection as Nurse Sophie attached the familiar clip to my finger, breasts swinging. I had to be dreaming, didn’t I? Or had I died and gone to porn cliché heaven? “Are you sure it doesn’t feel more than alright?” Nurse Helen asked, half stern, half coquettish.“It feels… um… very agreeable,” I said.“Oh, we need more.