We did not have a winch. So, essentially, I would hover in with my skids three feet or less over the launch, my crazy crew chief would hang by his kn...es off the skids, tied to the helicopter by a nylon strap and harness known as a ‘money strap’ and each guy in the boat would stand up, grab his hands and pull themselves in. More than one slipped and fell back. None of these guys were Marines or special ops types so I doubt that they were the most athletic in the world. At least one was pretty. She stood topless as the man took endless photos of her heavy pale tits.'Now show me your cunt.' He commanded.There was already enough evidence to get her expelled, so she reluctantly unhooked her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor and wriggled out of her panties stepping out of them as they puddled at her feet.The man whistled in appreciation. 'What a stunning bald pussy. A nice high-slung slit and fat lips, just as I like them. You a virgin girl?Susan could only nod.'Over eighteen?'She. She described my relationship with Martin through college and my initial employment. She went on to describe the reasons why I had left Laird. They knew almost all of this, but Pru wanted to set the stage for my inheritance of Gerald Laird’s empire. “But, neither Pat nor I wanted it and we didn’t want the money, either. We’re giving it away—almost all of it—and that’s one of the big reasons why we’re here.” She rose, kissed her mom and then her dad before giving him the envelope.They were. In the foyer, he stopped me. “I want you… now.” He pulled me against him once more and this time his mouth found mine. As our lips touched, his tongue darted out to part my lips. Our tongues found each other and mingled in such a way that my pelvis began to move as if on its own. I ground myself against that hardness I felt on the dance floor. His hand slipped up my side, making me giggle from the tickle of it. The thin fabric covering my 36 D cups left little to the imagination anymore.