If the fucker is from Britain they will want to get every shred of information out of him they can.” I thought for a moment and added, “You might ...ant to call and have a little talk with Banzai since he doesn’t play well with CIA agents.”Colonel Maggie asked, “Why’s that?”I simply stated the truth, “We’ve both been fucked over by them a couple of times. You know, things like sending us on a mission for them and forgetting to extract us.”Colonel Maggie said in horror, “I had no idea!”I replied,. “Jenny,” she said.Mezmerized, I watched as she hit several wedge shots to warm up. She’d worn a hot pink polo with khaki shorts and a tan which complemented her golden bob. Everything about her body shouted firm – breasts, tummy, bottom, thighs. I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my own khaki shorts.After a small bucket of balls, we walked together to the first morning’s lesson and shared some idle talk. There were a handful of middle-aged couples and a dozen or so guys of varying ages. She. . ooooohhhhh, his cock feels so wonderful fucking up into me back there, I never thought anything this wicked could feel so good... The passion-enslaved mother's wide-stretched rectum had grown accustomed to the hugh rod sunk deeply up into the very pit of her bowels and her buttocks grinding wildly back against Carl's deeply fucking cock had begun to churn in mounting desire rather than in protest. Her moans were of delight now, not agony, and her long silky brown hair swirled like a soft. She wasn't really looking for someone to have an affair with, it just happened, one night, right after the office Christmas party. Her husband had to work that evening, and was unable to attend. He suggested she go anyway. She was glad she did, the party was a blast. She was about to phone home for a ride when one of the black guys, named Phred, offered to take her home. She didn't see any harm in that, even if he was always bugging her, because wanted to make out with her.As it was, he lad her.