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Subject: Title story: "CIA Fugitive" Author: Incestor 89598941
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Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2006 04:29:54 +0000
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CIA Fugitive I took my seat as the train slowly moved away. I was tired, but now
felt secure. They would never get me again. I was free. Two passengers sat in my
cabin, a young mother and her son, respectively looking about 35 and about 12.
They were fine people, well-dressed and polite in their talking. Mommy wore a
tweed jacket and matching skirt, a white blouse, and her makeup had class. The
child were dressed in pretty much the same way, only his jacket and pants were a
decent blue. I wanted to keep my head from worries about CIA trying to track me
down, so I decided to join in their conversation. It wasn't hard, since the
child was chatting all the time about what life would have been in Canada, where
we were going. I lived in Canada many years and was glad to answer his
questions. I found out Mommy's name was Dana, and child had name Steve. They
were going to Vancouver for a relative's marriage. They asked about me, and I
said I travelled for work, the most obvious lie. They didn't seem to mind that I
was wearing jeans and had no luggage! As we chatted, I considered the woman. She
was most attractive. She kept her shapely legs together, and her skirt was just
above her knees, so I glanced once or twice at her calves, dressed in sexy dark
stockings. Her jacket was tensed by what looked like two gloriously ballooning
tits. Too bad her blouse was buttoned up to her throat. I thought of undoing
that and very soon I felt a hard-on. As soon as the ticket collector passed our
cabin, I decided to take the risk. I close the cabin door pretending the noise
was annoying me. Then, I turned to Steve. "Freeze in your place," I said. Dana
laughed, as she thought it was a funny way to say Steve had talked too much.
Steve freezed. "Don't say a word and do not move," I told Steve. "But you can
watch. I turned to Dana, who still couldn't understand what was happening.
"Dana," I said, "freeze in your place." Some mixed expression came to her face,
then a plain look of fear as she realized she couldn't move! "You can't move
unless I tell you to," I said, "and you cannot scream or speak, just whisper."
"What, what have you done?" she whispered, in horror. She tried to scream, but
couldn't. "Oh, nothing, Mummy," I said. "You are so lovely, I just want to enjoy
your ripe body a little." I leaned forward and slowly opened her jacket, placing
my palms on her round boobs and pushing gently to savour their softness. "No,
please, no," she was whispering, breath short. As I squeezed her tits, I felt
her heart was pounding. "Open your legs," I said gently, as I moved my hands to
her sexy dark-stockinged knees. "Please, no," she mormoured, "not in front of
Steve, please," Anyway, she opened her legs. "What, what ARE YOU? " she
whispered again, as my hands travelled along her thighs to her *wow* garters.
"CIA's Psi experiment," I said, sort of introducing myself, while I put my hand
on her crotch and started rubbing. I could feel her puffy cunt lips against my
palm. "Successful experiment, as you see," I continued, "but I ran away. This is
all I can tell you. You won't tell this to anyone. Nice warm pussy you have,
Dana." I was finger-fucking Mommy now. "Open your blouse, Dana," I said. Dana
blushed deep red and found her hands now could move! More precisely, they had
to. They mechanically went to her chest and started undoing her buttons. I
continued fingering her slit. She pulled the blouse from her skirt to undo the
lower buttons, and finally opened it. "Pull out your tits from the braziere," I
ordered. Mommy obeyed, looking shamely at her son who was watching all this. She
had glorious boobs, really big and absolutely sagless, tipped with large pink
nipples. Once pulled out, they completeley hid the bra underneath. "I would most
enjoy fucking your tight love box, Dana," I said, "but I'm really too tired.
You'll service me some other way. Kneel down." Mommy began crying in silence and
slid off her seat and on the floor, right before ...
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