Craig had worked for a firm called Griffon Security based in San Diego. I was aware of the firm but not familiar with them so that was my next mission... Google again provided me with information on the company. From the information provided I discovered that Griffon provided everything from close quarters personal protection right through to combat teams… and everything in between. Their recruitment page was particularly interesting. They stated that they were only interested in military. With a start she discovered that she was travelling at 55 miles an hour. She braked quickly and pulled in to the side where the cop was now standing in the middle of the road.“Do you realise what speed you were travelling at?” the cop asked, as he leaned in towards the open window. She took in the fact that he was good-looking and in his twenties.“Er, no, not really,” she murmured.“Over 50 miles an hour in a thirty zone,” he said. She suddenly became aware that the hem of her mini-dress had. It was hot, and had it not been for the bug repellent, I’d have been eaten alive. It was late, I couldn’t remember what shift you were on at the local hospital. I left all my dirty clothes by the washing machine and darted, naked, and slipped into the bathroom from the door out in the hall. I turned on the water and took out my contacts. My eyes are a brown, but the lighting makes a difference. Even covered in dried sweat and grime, my long dark hair a mess from the wind, I felt sexy. My c-cup. Taking it as permission, he penetrated his tongue into her folds. He could instantly feel the tightness and the pressure of her walls against his tongue. It made him wonder how it would feel to have his penis inside of her. He brushed that thought aside and started darting his tongue into and out of her.Before long, he tasted a steady flow of sweet liquid and her moans gained a rhythm. He started lapping against her lips; continuously varying the movement of his tongue.He pushed in and pulled.