The second time she took her shirt and bra off and she let me play with them for a bit." How many times has she done it?" I asked adjusting my now har... cock."Just the twice but I know she'll keep doing it." Have you seen her cunt?" Na, she says that we can't fuck because she doesn't want to get in trouble. She might though." The last he added quickly as almost a rebuttal to his previous statement."You lucky bastard."We both just laughed."So did you finish when she did it?" I asked."Oh man. Both. Sighs of relief came from around the control room.“Hawk One, what is your situation?” the control room manager asked. “Can you respond coherently?”Several moments later a husky voice stammered, “I’ve got ... got the mother ... of all headaches! I think ... I need to ... come down ... now?”“Roger that, Hawk One,” the manager replied with relief. “Give us a moment to calculate the quickest trajectory to get you home.”“Thank ... you, control,” Ed’s voice responded, sounding afraid. “Is ... Is. She told me she worked for a company making Amateur Videos, and had been shown a clip of ours, which was posted on the Internet. "What!" I shouted. "What website is it on, 'cos I didn't put it there!" Frances told me the address and I logged on whilst I talked to her. Sure enough, there it was, entitled "A & L from Surrey - their first time on video!" Fucking hell, I thought. If Lynda finds out she'll cut off my plums!"Where did you get my name and telephone number from?" I asked."Sonny G" she. "Jesus, look at all the stuff on your shirt!" I said to him, suprised by the amount of semen that stood out against his dark blue T-shirt."Oh man, you too!" He replied looking at me and laughing.We both relinquished our grips on ourselves and quickly stripped off our shirts, using them to wipe off the now sticky remnants from our fingers and softening members. We nervously concocted a plan to explain our soiled shirts, deciding we would rub them in the dirt before heading home and claim that we.