"You don't want to take credit for it later?"Rick shrugged creamy shoulders. "Of course not!"So, the next day 'Rick Sherwood' stood in Deputy Director...Carlson's office. "Sir, have we ever thought of looking for a descendant of Benedict Arnold -- I know how important obsessive family pride is. I think there's a good chance he is related to Arnold's family and burning to justify the famous traitor's actions." That's an approach that is definitely worth looking into. You know, Sherwood, you have a. Or if you ever get really down, just call me no matter what time it is.”“Thank you, Kat. We better catch up with your Dad. He’s moving really fast for someone who just lost a leg.”“Yep, that’s my Dad. No matter what he won’t let himself be slowed down.”The way to Mark and Kat’s place was quiet with just directions being spoken. Emily wasn’t surprised to find them pulling up in front of a farm house. No what surprised her was just how nice things were kept up around it. “Nice place you have. His tongue had licked that skin! His face had been in between those thighs! He couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like to be inside her, and wondered if he would ever find out. Jeff had trouble containing his hard on, and tried to focus on other things. Amy found herself getting wet. The object of her masturbatory fantasies was sitting right in front of her. After awhile, Jeff got up to go to the washroom. His sister got right up and followed him. He was shutting the door behind him when. Slowly he rubbed my swollen clit through the fabric and along my slit feeling it's wetness grow at his touch. I lay back, flat on my desk and pulled my legs up resting my heels on the edge as he pulled my thong to one side and very gently ran his tongue down my slit and then back up again, circling my clit and beginning to suck I let out a moan and started to rub and knead my aching tits. He licked and sucked lapping up my hot sweet juice and pushed a finger into my tight hole feeling me.