"Ken Paris just sat there as April worked her way down his shirt. She stopped at the next to last button and was smiling when she pulled it open a lit...le and said, "There, that's sexy enough. Any more and we may not get through dinner. I better go and help Mae."He sipped his wine and watched mesmerized as these two beautiful creatures drifted back and forth from the kitchen to the table bringing platters and bowls full of heavenly smelling food. He couldn't help but notice that there was a lot. Everyone go directly to your positions; when you hear the mike keyed and my 'Go, ' we start. Let's roll."There were a total of thirty men. Five to go into each of the two side houses, five to go into the third floor of the main house, five for the front, five for the back, and five snipers. There were four snipers stationed around the house, observing now, but would come in later for additional mop up. Larry was to direct from his position and Wanda would be his sidekick contact. This was. Maybe the person moaning was sick or something. He opened the office door a crack, peeked in, and was astonished by what he saw. His eyes widened and his cock lurched in his pants. Samantha Armstrong, one of the other members of the teen group Stacey belonged to, lay naked on the leather sofa in the office. Her legs were spread and her hand was thrusting something in and out of her pussy. Stacey knew Samantha fairly well. She was in his class at Jamestown High and they’d joined the youth group. "Don't you remember?"Katherine blushed. "No. I remember you buying me loads of drinks," she said looking up at the ceiling. "There was a nice guy who I danced with and I, um, kissed him outside, but then it went black until I ended up here. Oh, and Callum flashed himself at me on the patio."Charlotte hummed at her daughter who looked unashamedly unworried about her confession. "Next time, don't get my daughter as pissed," Joseph asked, looking up from the newspaper as Matthew shifted his weight.