Jenkins didn’t even bother to cover his tracks. The person who’d be checking for unauthorized accesses was him. He walked through the dark hallway... to the lab knowing all the turns from memory. The door to the control booth beeped and opened smoothly.He slowed down when he noticed the glow of light from the control workstation. He was sure he’d turned it off last night. Jenkins quickly looked around for any other disturbances. His chair was shoved aside instead of tucked in neatly under the. All of us on pins and needles as we watched, desperate for some good news. Nothing. At last, the head of the emergency response team shook his head one last time. By now, Father Miles Flanagan was present as well and did his level best at last rites for Dad. Dad was a bad Christian, but an excellent Catholic, if one thought of it that way.“I’m sorry. We lost him. He ... he’s dead. I can take him to the hospital, but he’s gone. No longer with us. We’ve tried everything. It’s now been ... twenty. I'm going to reverse that on you..." The hell you say!"His hard hands smoothed down over her full-rounded buttocks that were now gyrating, undulantly, against the shaft of his massively solid cock that lay like a log the length of her pulsing cuntal furrow. Their mouths were welded together, tongues searching and savoring, and his hands dug in with strong-fingered kneading of the pliant flesh of the twin orbs that moved so lithely against him.After a few moments, Harry decided it was time for. .. everywhere you want.... and find the answer to your question yourself." - Sandra replied. Bridget went down with her hands. When she touched her buttocks, she knew the answer was Yes. Now it became clear to her that the other sounds were Sandra getting undressed. Except for that metal like sound. "Keep your hands down there sweety. Squeeze my butt."- "This is amazing.... you are amazing Sandra."Sandra starts kissing her in her neck. Slowly, she goes down.... licking her nipples. Bridget.