It's not like we had time anyways. Just as I was on the ground, grabbing for my boxers, I looked up to see who else but Sasha Yimin round the corner, ...lapping her hands and still wearing that hot cheerleader outfit."Hot show guys. Janelle? I would have never thought you to be the type." For my part, I didn't even know the "type" existed. I looked over at Janelle and saw that she was just zipping up the fly to her jean shorts and was fully dressed already. What the fuck! How the hell did she do. I told them about her."I didn't know her at all. Yet I wanted to see her naked too," I said. "That doesn't fit with what you are talking about." I'll bet you she was a good looking woman," said Kent. "If she had been a seventy year old woman would you have wanted to see her lying naked on that car?" Well no, I suppose not." I felt bad about that for some reason. That was strange, in that I don't think I ever felt bad about NOT wanting to see a grandma, naked, and lying on top of a sports. The cups were to theright of my feet so I twisted my knees to the left and kept loweringmyself very slowly.Once my hands could touch the ground, I started to look down to seeexactly where the cups were, but when I tried, I felt myself fallingforward again. I immediately stopped and tried looking down whilebending only at the neck. I couldn't see anything on the ground with myarms, tits and legs in the way, so I kept feeling around until I wasfinally able to snag one then both with my. ‘I do know what they are looking for,’ she said finally, letting out a huge sigh. She took a seat on the edge of the bed drawing me down next to her. I could tell a big story was coming. ‘About two months ago a friend of mine from Tehran sent me an encrypted file. She did not just send it to me, she actually sent copies to all of her friends outside of Iran. She got it from a man she knows who actually works high up in the government as one of Ahmadinejad’s personal staff. The file contained a.