“What about you, Chris? Do you like my ass?”“I agree with your husband. You have a great ass. I think you’re right about the skirt. Let me che...k it out.” He adjusts her skirt caressing her hips. “This one’s nice and snug but not as tight. Let’s check the panty line.” He fondles one of her succulent globes. “These panties are much better. There’s no line.”“Thanks for checking that out. Let’s see what you think of the front.”“I like your front. You have great breasts. You look good in all three. For now, he was all raw lust, but damn he was learning to exert control over it. His evil mentor was leaning against the mantle in his naked sexy arrogance, observing the novice’s progress with a ‘That’s my boy’ smile on his lips. He was indolently stroking the cock that had already ploughed both girls, letting the younger man have his play-time. His nephew had proved a good student and was being granted his reward.Josh made the most of the opportunity. Having smoothed lube all over their. Once again, I was project leader by default. Someone had to have the last word.If it sounds like chaos, you have a small taste. The first major issue was where and how to run the trunk line. Security, correctly, assumed it would be to their existing office. What they did not anticipate was that this would effectively evict them. Gerald set the example by giving up his office. Locations for servers and state of the art image processing soon took over the security suite. The pool tables moved. Friday afternoon it was spent on VCATS again with Raymond Underhill at Polokwane. The next few weeks were going to be busy there. The first of the three C5 flights carrying the DOD radar was to leave early Monday morning. The flight had been finished out with several of those big tents used in hurricane recovery, along with food, army cots and blankets.Raymond had been thinking ahead for all the manpower that was to arrive. He had found a sewage truck and two portable bath trailers; one was.