Sitting right in Phoenix was a suspected mastermind who perpetuated well executed, beautifully planned, almost flawless robberies that were high in co...plexity and involved the use of semi-tractors. The proper set up for the Sunset Limited derailment involved exactly that, if they were targeting the cargo he thought they were targeting - which they certainly would have been.Having this picture in his mind, without an absurd amount of investigation by somebody with the resources of the FBI, he. You were wearing that white pants suit that day.”“What does what I was wearing have to do with anything?” Marcy asked, confused.“You really have no idea how delicious your ass looked in those pants, do you? Or anything you wear for that matter really,” he said as his eyes lowered to her hips then back up at her with a huge hungry grin. Marcy stared at him shocked.“Oh, c'mon, don’t pretend you haven’t seen me checking you out before," he took a step toward her, again."I might've noticed," Marcy. “Spin that dial. Your mother’s decided she wants a go after all. She hates to think she is missing out on anything!”Tom smiled at his naked mother standing on the Twister mat then he gave the dial a flick with his fingers. Before long Hank and Lynn were completely tangled up over the colored dots and unable to move no matter what combinations the spinner produced. Lynn gave a sudden squeal of fright and pleasure as Hank’s penis squashed hard down into her mouth when the little scrum finally. I laid down the blanket, and holly set down the basket. Holly had made some sandwiches before we left. “It’s so weird to be here, and there is no one else here.” I said. There is something quite peculiar about a place that you only know as bustling, to be completely empty. “Ya, it sure is quiet” Holly said. “We wouldn’t want to ruin that would we?” Holly said provocatively. Holly handed me the sandwich wrapped in foil. We ate in the moonlight. “God it’s such a relief to be done with this stuff.