You’ll finally get both your cherries popped. Or did you want to save one of them for your daddy?”I pressed my face into my bicep to muffle the so...nd of my moan. Once again, she had planted the seed. Squeezing my eyes tight, I tried not to think about it, but it was too late; an image of my dad, his strong hand flat against the small of my back, my cunt lips glistening and swollen, an invitation for him to plunge his meaty cock into my tight slit…“No!” I cried, not sure what I was objecting. Jill tried to tell me to cool it, but I had to go for the driver on 18. I can't be doing stupid shit like that and expect to win tournaments."Coupled with Sophie's 11th place finish, the Montoya sisters cleared better than $100,000 for the week. Of course it would be more like $40,000 by the time the government got finished, but still nothing to sneeze at.Their success made it easier for them to accept my sponsorship offer."We worried you'd lose your money," Sophie told me that evening. "But. Army food is always a source of humor...since nobody can cry and vomit forever.The idea of an Army is to train tough men to kill. The Department of War won every war it fought. Today, the idea is to train ladies and gentlemen to do it. Is it any wonder the Department of Defense has never won a war? (Duh?)If the enemy is in range, so are you!Friendly fire isn't.Military intelligence is a contradicory termWhenever your in a foxhole it always happens to be with someone braver than yourself.The. “I’m so happy to meet you.” He beamed. “Carol has told me so much about you.” “It’s important to her that you understand what she, I mean we, are doing.” “I want you to know I love your sister and I’d sooner die than hurt her.” “I know this has all come about very quickly, but Carol and I both feel it’s what we need to do.” He explained. “I must admit, I’m a little worried, but when I look at Carol, she’s happier than I’ve seen in many, many years.” Robin said. “The sparkle is back in her.