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Why are there stones in the ski run, he thought, sat up slightly and fumbled with his gloved hand to find the stone and throw it to hell. What he picked up, however, was a phone. A latest generation iPhone with a pink case. He forgot about the sunset for a while and looked for a name on the back of it. There wasn’t any. Then he tried turning it on and found it was dead, it must have been there for a few days. He placed it in his pocket, and, excited to find to whom it belonged, he raced down and took the first bus home. When he came back to his flat and had taken off all his skiing gear, he plugged the phone into his charger and powered it up. The phone was, of course, locked. No one in their right minds would have a phone unlocked these days. We practically fill them with our lives. Unlike most people, however, this girl had her name and an ICE phone number on the lock screen. He instantly recognised the name: Jenny Scott was a girl in his university. A few of his friends had tried to get in her pants last semester but had been very firmly rejected. Now he was here with her phone, and as much as the right thing to do was to give it back, he couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement about finding out more about this person. Before he had even considered what to do, he had picked up his blowjob phone and texted one of his course mates from an informatics course he had done last semester. Nic: “Hey man! How are you doing? I wanted to ask you a favour and it would be better if you didn’t ask any questions. I have this phone that I need opened. It’s an iPhone, probably the latest gen. Could you help me out?” Peter: “Hi Nic, yeah sure. Bring it over and we should have it open in a few minutes” Nic: “I’ll be over in a few mins” He practically ran down the stairs from his flat and rang Peter’s doorbell in a matter of minutes. “Wow that was quick! You must be quite eager,” Peter said as he opened the door. “Nah, whatever, I was just in area,” Nic replied casually. He handed doll the phone over and Peter inspected it, confirming the model, and went to look for an iPhone cable. He came back a few minutes later, plugged the phone into the computer, and within minutes he had the phone open. I spun and looked across to Grace who was giggling intoxicatedly. Mrs. Black left my breast and started working on my clit. Harry was waiting for blowjob him to scramble out of the car so he could take it to tech for the post-race inspection. I parted her hair and started licking on her clit. He will be here tomorrow. "There is a big hole in them." she protested. She must have forgotten to open the doors above doll her face though. Sheryl entered the room at that moment. She moved closer. Fingers grab and squeeze my wife’s big tits.