She steps inside and walks up behind his chair, while Petra pops up right in front of him. She smells the typical smoke from his funny cigarettes and ...ssumes similar substances spiced up that chocolate cake. Pretty Petra spreads her legs and lets her pussy come close to his nose. She spreads her love lips. Professor Peter nods. She turns around and bends over. First she spreads by both hands her cheeks and next again her love lips, which are wet. Professor Peter wets the tip of his index at her. "Wake up lover! It is me, your lover, Carla!" Ohh." Suzy stopped grinding her hips in the bed as she messaged her clitoris with her hand. "Ohh! What the."She said as she opened her eyes and looked about the room."Oh my god!" Suzy gasped with distress as she looked at Carla standing beside the bed with Carl. She had been masturbating herself all along. It had all been a dream. Suzy cringed in embarrassment, pulling the blanket up around her naked body."Come lover, we have much for you to do. Tiffany waists no time in peeling her sweater up and off her body – exposing a belly that is narrow and slim without being flat, and a big pair of boobs that is trying fairly hard to escape from an impressively strong looking white bra.She twists to the side and unzips her skirt, bending to push it down over her hips and thighs, wriggling a little to help it off. White g-string panties just about cover her pussy, the string disappearing up the crack of her mummy-arse... She pauses, her hands. You think military intelligence is an oxymoron? If you didn't spend all your time with that crazy woman in the funny hot pants, you might learn something from your colleagues." Yes, sir," Steve replied, trying to placate the General. "So how did the staff of Military Intelligence help you?" Well, the boys had seen those stories in the Post about the raft of professional women who suddenly quit work and start making babies like there is no tomorrow. Struck them as a lit-tle funny. They looked.