”When Luc got as far as Ted’s access could go, he produced a flash drive and stuck it into a USB slot.“Excuse me, what are you...” Ted started...to say before Ramirez raised a calming hand toward him.“National security.” The Generalissimo told him. “He knows what he’s doing.”Luc nodded to him as well.“Nothing that will leave a trace. Those flyers you put out to notify people of filming in the area; is there a printing press that those are made with?”“No.” Ted replied. “They print them up on the. My balls tightening. I'm almost lifting Heather off her feet with each of my thrusts. “I want your cum dripping from my cunt.” Heather is helpless. I lose control. Pulse after pulse of cum emanates from my cock deep inside her. I feel her shivers of pleasure as her climax peaks. I pull her head towards me, she turns and I kiss her. I keep thrusting, my cock still hard. Three days worth of stored up cum pumping into Heather's beautiful cunt. We kiss and kiss. Finally I am spent. My thrusts slow. She put her fingers in the waistband of her shorts and slid both her shorts and her knickers down over her hips and stepped out of them.Craig hardly dared breathe. He leant closer, trying to see more clearly but not wanting his face to appear in the window. As he watched her unclasp her bra, letting a pair of nicely sized boobs hang free, he suddenly remembered about his dad’s pair of binoculars. His dad was showing them to him only last week. He was wanting him to go for a hike up the. After a day of rest the young priestess come dusk had begun to stimulate him again to bring him close but not on the edge and to ensure he remained almost there until the final moment. Her movements were sure, alternate light and harder strokes, and she could tell by his breathing and by the thrusts of his penis when to slack off for a few moments to let him move a little back down this mountain they were climbing step by step, to rest before they resumed their ascent.The boy and his friends.