Any pleasure she had received from this guy was now lost in her rage. She had known it all along, and he was going to do it. Sandra quickly looked up ...he slope again, but still, nobody else had arrived. If only this had been a few weeks ago, this place would have been swarming with boys and girls of all ages, and this situation would never have happened.Jim could see that Sandra was preparing herself to defend herself, and he just gave up any pretense. Well, he was even happy about it, because. I was 17 years old and lived in Boston when my mom sent me up there, I had been a pretty naughty girl, skipping school and sneaking out of the house. I never listened to her; I couldn't care less about what she had to say. I was a beautiful 5'3 long legged "hottie" with shoulder length blond hair and baby blue eyes that could stop you in your tracks. Looking down from my eyes you would notice my perky little c cup tits, just enough to make a handful. My favorite outfits were the revealing kind,. She gave a squeal that was suddenly stifled, I sensed rather than saw, she had raised a hand to her mouth to quieten her noise. My tongue had found the bump of her clit. Gently I sucked her, then teased with my tongue. My fingers at the same time easing up and into her warmth, where I probed and caressed.I felt her legs trembling, her fingers entwined in my hair were pulling me harder to her. Then I felt her convulse and she began to shake. I worked my fingers and tongue faster. A long moan. She said it was great to have an aircraft that could fly that far, that fast, and that high, as she was able to get over the tops of some tall cumulus clouds that would normally cause a bumpy ride or cause her to go around them.While sitting back in my downtown office, John called to ask me if I would be interested in a trip to Omaha. He said he had a task force there, working along with Bureau task force, trying to get all of the information necessary for the prosecution of the men still in.