" "Wedden dat ik je kan opwinden ?" "Hé waar is dat voor nodig ? Ik ben een agent. Je laat me bestgaan, als je geen problemen wilt." "Problemen heb i... sowieso. Dus dat kan er nog wel bij. Als ik je niet kan opwinden, laten we je zo gaan, hè meisjes." Instemmendgegrom, en gegiechel. De mooie jongen slikte. Ze keek naar zijn kruis. "Wat een pakje heb je daar." Zijn broek was misschien één maatje te klein, en spande lekker,niet alleen rond zijn kontje... Dat wist hij maar al te goed. Maar hij had. I could use a bulk milk delivery truck but the connections would be all wrong. I went back to the National Guard facility to check the back yard. It seemed suspicious that they had a generator without a tanker. No luck. It must have been taken when they mobilized. I found a fuel tanker in Sycamore. I replaced the regulator and had a truck. No problem. Another trip to Farm and Fleet got me a 12-volt bulk fuel pump and a couple lengths of hose. Two worm clamps later I had a fuel siphon. I made. Up to the second knuckle. Again, she felt the cool air rushing between her semi-squatting bum. And then she felt a trickle of her juice slowly making its way to her butthole. It made her quiver violently, and she almost lost her grip on the dresser. She had to stand up quickly before she fell on her ass.Backing away from the mirror, she looked at herself full-length again. Her conical little titties were as hard and erect as ever, and her lithe young body looked glossy in the light. Her pubic. From the outside no one could see in, but I could look out from the upstairs windows, and I could see the front door and drive through the security CCT system. I'd put that in a few years back so Vicky could see who was at the door when I wasn't at home.Then I called Chantelle again."I told you, David! Victoria is not here. I don't know where she is and, if I did, I wouldn't tell you anyway, you cheating bastard." That's perfectly all right, Chan, I understand. I just want you to give Vicky a.