There wasn’t enough left of the kidnappers bodies to identify.”“Us? As in you and your sister?”“Yes.” I said. “New Zealand Coast Guard i... reasonably certain that the plot was American CIA.”“What makes them think that?”“After we claimed political asylum, the Marines invaded Auckland and tried to take us by force. If you people had have just asked, politely, Immigration would have given us up.” And here I mumbled, “Fucking bullies.”“We people? Wasn’t us.”“The accent was right, three witnesses and. It was convenient and it's colors hid wetness and cum. The panties she wore were special also. They were High Cut, one size larger than she wore, which left the leg openings gaped loose. A cock slid into the gap easily. Standing before him, she grabbed his shoulders and shook him saying, “k**, I ain't no Damned Granny”. Laughing, Peter grabbed her shoulders saying, “I ain't no k**”. They pushed and pulled laughing hard. Peter was watching her tit's swinging and bouncing. His cock crept down. They set herlatte and his coffee up at the same time and theyreached together for them. They smiled and took theircoffees, but rather than walking out this time she askedto share his paper. He happily obliged and they sattogether at a nearby table. He took the front page andshe took the business and finance sections. Stretching out her feet under the table she let her toegently rest against his ankle, caressing it gently. Notraising her eyes from the paper, she could see him lookdown, that to. Her lightly tanned skin was incredibly smooth and sensuously soft, shealmost had trouble believing that it was also impervious to bullets. Atthe same time as she studied her reflection it suddenly occurred to herthat in all the excitement, Kara realized that neither one of them hadnever attempted to try out the morphing capabilities of either of theircostumes.A mischievous grin slowly started to grow on her attractive face. Notfully sure on how exactly to make it change form she did what.