" I suspect the inside edge of that thorn is also wickedly sharp. There's no stretching at the edges of the cut tissue at all. It's a surgically clean...slice."Basel nodded. "Did you run a bio-comparison?" Yes, very broad sweep. The closest we have for this type of attack pattern would be from cephalopods. Some species of octopi have hooks along their tentacles, used both for seizing prey and for defense." Ah. And do you see any patterns of tentacle strikes with these marks, patterns of linear. ” Mya looked back at me as she put the finger to her mouth and sucked the cum from it. I smiled, continuing to be impressed by the depths of her depraved mind. I actually didn’t know how much of Mya’s act was genuine, since I suspected her actions were often conducted for the purpose of turning me on. After our countless times together, she knew just what to do and say to get me going. As she turned and crawled towards me, she continued to talk. “And I want you to fuck me before my. Bibs did object, atleast in words, but I knew well from her body responsethat she was as hot as could be. I squeezed her heavy, supple mounds in my hands,rolling her erect and hard nipples, and munched theever so sexy fat folds of her abdomen. In midst of her excited sighs and moans, Bibs waspleading with me to stop, “No, please not here!Everybody are watching! Please! OOHH!” The OH being hermoan as I sent my other hand between her spread thighsand inserted my finger deep into her. They were ruthless soldiers. Soldiers who stopped at nothing to kill off all traditional beliefs. They had no care for anything of what the "old flag" stood for. They only knew they wanted to start off new. Something that actually did not frail under pressure. (something that knew how to initiate combat killing while under a new world order.)In other means, they have forgotten what it meant to fight for what really mattered; or what used to matter. The "American flag" was failing to do its part.