... in.... out... she could feel them stretching her, her pace getting more and more frantic... her moans getting louder and louder... but she didn't ...are... she wanted someone to find her finger-fucking herself in Professor J's lab. Her wish came true... right outside the lab, there was a senior watching her through the crack in the door. His cock got harder and harder in his pants and he felt rather uncomfortable. He watched as sweat trickled down her tanned belly and her head was thrown back. ” “Yeah, sweetheart, do so.” The male voice was a bit more senior. When I heard a fridge door I knew what it was: Sounds from the next room. It was so strange because it was so clear. They must have their balcony door open, too. I just write down what happened next. I did not see them, just heard them. Sometimes there were longer pauses in their dialogue, but I just knit them together. Male voice: Julie? Female voice: Yes? M: Are you finished showering? I am all sweaty and want to shower, Tell. I grunted in response.It didn’t take long for the familiar tingle of an orgasm to tickle my balls. If I had my way I’d have kept plowing her for an hour, but my cock wasn’t about to allow that. Plus, the longer I held out, the better of a chance we had of getting caught. It was for the best that I was almost at the point of no return. I suckled and fondled her magnificent chest a while longer, huffing and puffing through my nose the whole time. My thighs and butt grew sore. She didn’t weigh. We flew on to Harrisburg to the pre-raid meeting with the various SWAT teams.The second helicopter that I asked Lorrie to send to Harrisburg was sitting on the tarmac in front of the general aviation terminal. When the rotors stopped turning I stepped out and walked to the Blackhawk with Eric, Ben, Andrew and Anne following. The fuel truck had just left.I gave the crew their assignment, the terrain map and coordinates. I checked the handheld aviation radio I had to make sure we could.