I moved on to the bed and rolled her over on to her front. I reached for the zip on the back of her dress and undid it down to her waist. Pulling her ...ack over on to her back I eased the top of her dress down exposing her big black bra and tits. I placed her arms above her head, she didn’t even flinch she was out cold. Phil and I knelt on the bed either side of her and started to rub our cocks over her bra and tits leaving a trail of slimy pre-cum on the protruding cups. Phil even reached right. If you were in California this afternoon you might just get lucky.(Maq says: I'd never considered it might really happen until the moment I read that. After all, she was Jill Lane. The real Jill Lane. Impossible.)(Jill says: If he'd been there, I'd of done him.)(Maq edit: On with the email)Maq, reading your letter I get the feeling that you are still a little uncomfortable with writing this stuff to me. What more do I have to do? I just told you that the thought of your tongue licking between. ‘Before 9-11, I don’t recall ever hearing anyone float the idea publicly that we might want to torture terrorists. In special circumstances, that is. Save Los Angeles sort of circumstances.’ Sturges closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. ‘That is precisely why it disturbs me for you to be at this conference. And for me to be sitting here talking with you.’ He shoved back his chair and rose abruptly. ‘You know, right now, Dr. Bell, I feel compromised just having heard what you said.’ Bell. Her nipples were pressing against the cotton of her gown and I could see Sam gazing at them when she would look away. A humming bird flew up to the feeder and then another. They were fighting over who would get the nector from within. I wondered how Sara was going to get or give nector myself. They made small talk about the bird and Sara commented on how long the humming birds beak is and how far it can go into the feeded to suck out the juice. Sam looked at the bird and smiled. Sara placed her.