"Whoa, what the heck was that?" said Cranston.Smitty punched some buttons in front of him to try and get an ID on the ship. After a second he answered...Cranston's question. "That was Red's Little B." The Rascal?" Cranston was more confused than ever. "If that's the Rascal, then who's driving the bus? The kids? And why are they violating the restricted area?" We got no choice, Jer." Smitty said with a tone of regret."I know, I know," Cranston depressed the transmit button under his thumb."HQ, HQ,. As I cum so do you our orgasms setting each other off as we are left gasping and sweating. We embrace each other kissing. It is only by chance that I decide to look behind and I whisper for you to quickly get of my lap.We both straighten ourselves in time to see middle aged sheriff officer in his brown uniform shirt come over a nearby rise in the park. He looks up to see two sweaty young people obviously breathless. He can see the lipstick on my face that I have not had time to wipe off. More

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