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  • "Careful. Payback's a bitch," the commander murmured with a half-smile and a roguish wink as she accepted my South American peace offering. I attributed her spirited behavior to pre-mission jitters. She was entirely in tune with the antsy and excited mood in the room; I felt the same way, an urge to be moving. Obsessive attention to detail was one of my boss's annoying pain in the ass leadership qualities. The devil lives in the details, and she had me chasing demons and termites in the woodwork for two weeks as we worked the kinks out of the operational details for the Sisterhood's supply excursion. "I assume you've all had an opportunity to memorize your group's itinerary and route." The chief held her thumb up and scanned the faces of the assembled teams for confirmation. A sea of nodding heads and a forest of rising thumbs replied in the amateur affirmative. "Excellent, class! Practice makes perfect; let's do one more review. We don't want another Colfax cluster-fuck." Sheila changed her voice from slightly alto to a nasal falsetto as she mimicked a grade-school teacher from Hell. The Colfax Avenue Debacle, as I found out later, was a legendary fuck-up of epic proportions. Several years after the founding of the colony, a "secret" resupply mission landed on the front pages of the Denver Post. Divine intervention from the Airbag Gods prevented any serious injury when a wrong turn down a one-way street put the convoy on a collision course with the Denver Fire Department. The hook-and-ladder truck's steel and chrome bumper sustained minor damage while the Sisterhood's SUV sat crumpled in the middle of the street like a wad of discarded aluminum foil. Thank God for seatbelts. Won"t know that until I can take it apart and check a few things like compression." He always does that. “Not yet I want to suck on your nipple more” Her heart thudded in her chest and she understood that she was now a sexual being capable of desire, and, as evidenced by her teacher’s moves on her, of being desired. At first it was just from grinding but then she got handsy!" He immediately began removing his pajama pants, exposing his proud, erect cock. Alex looked a bit unhappy, but she still feared the Master. I needed him to believe that masturbation was a very normal and natural act. Her provocations tonight hadn’t been in vain; she finally, finally had a healthy response. Mom was so focused on the screen, watching the white MILF suck on a black cock that protruded through a wall. “All true. “Seems like you don’t have that mysteriously cock anymore. “Hello?” Madison said. More you scream worse will be for you. The cab came to a halt and I opened my door to get out. It is a great day in my life. He kept his shooting irons and rigging in pristine shape, however. “Yeah, I’m amateur wet. I was at lunch and it was only her and Maxine my nurse in the office. While he was talking to the customer and having the trailer loaded she searched the cab and found paper and a pen and wrote out a page, folded it and put it into her backpack. The bra that was underneath it was doing its best to take everything that Natalie had, which really wasn’t much, and thrust it out to meet the world. "Could I, Maggie?” “Our blood-sister forever.” Ivanka smiled as her hand slipped between my legs. And repeat all that over and over and over again, each time pulling harder, eventually pulling about as hard as I could as she leaned back into my chest. He gave me another punch to the other cheek and i began to feel dizzy. “Fuck,” I huffed. I fucked the shit out of Carrie.