She wore long white stockings and high heels, with the most bright fire engine red lipstick you can imagine. In short she was out of this world hot! T...e perfect bimbo slut of every freshmans dreams.Its amazing how fate sometimes works out but her locker was in the same row as mine. Directly below mine in fact.One day she forgot her locker key and I just happened to have mine. She finished class and had a large bundle of books which she dropped on the floor by accident as she fumbled for her. I could hear her moans in the other room. He was slow and gentle. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. Mike was trying to kiss her, but as he moved his hips back and forth, she was trying to cope with the pain and moaning. His pants slowly dropped down to his knees and I could see Mike's ass and his muscles flexing every time he pumped her. Mike and Michelle soon got into a rhythm and they began kissing passionately in the process. Mike picked her up in the air with his hands under her ass,. The row to the coast was done efficiently and silently. Every once and a while there would be the discrete flash of a torch to keep the inflatables together. Once they got close to the shore David could again see high cliffs – and the men grumbled quietly – according to the Intel there was supposed to be a shore – and a beach. Fortunately the sea was calm – or they would have been struggling to keep off the rocks.The boats huddled together and Josh and Sergeant Manny had an intense whispered. Paul froze. "What kind of knickers are you wearing Paul?" Emily asked, her voice a little tight. Paul did not answer. "Stand up and come over here Paul." Emily said curtly. Paul did as he was told. He stood before his mother, flushed deep red with embarrassment. "Turn around," Emily instructed. Paul turned his back to his mother and found he was looking straight into Uncle Bob's eyes. He pleaded silently with his Uncle for help, but Bob gestured him to be calm. Emily put her hands on the boy's.