The 112 then launched 2 Hunter/Seeker 4, Mod 1 torpedoes. The Enemy responded with multiple micro-torpedoes, destroying the 2 Hunter/Seekers.The 112 l...unched 6 Hellfires at the submerged submarine, knowing they would not make contact. Into the highly disrupted water that resulted, the 112 dropped all 5 remaining Hunter/Seekers. The Enemy was able to counter 3 of them. Two Hunter/Seekers got through, though, and utterly destroyed the Enemy.Respectfully Submitted,Captain Ronald ClarkCaptain: USS. They continue a normal conversation, their last words that day are "you, see you tomorrow".Dressed as requested she arrives at a busy London station, her heart beating fast, she’s acutely aware that people are giving her inquisitive looks as she know her black bra is very visible under her blouse. Where is he? she wonders, maybe he's late, or is he standing looking at her from a far, getting turned on by the looks of passers by.Her phone rings, his sexy voice says, "where are you"?, "near the. She had on a very nice skirt and a pair of flat shoes.Mom said, “Well I suppose you want to see what else belongs to you too!”I just grinned from ear to ear. Mom kicked off her shoes. She put her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and lowered it for me. She went slowly looking at my face the whole time. When it got past the fullness of her thighs it fell to the floor. Mom kicked it toward her chair too. Then mom really smiled for the first time in days, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband. ”“I do!” Annabeth giggled. “And your cooch is just so purtee. I can't resist.”“You're just a slut like your momma,” I growled.“The biggest slut,” Annabeth agreed.“All your daughters are big sluts,” a new voice laughed. Rhonda May and her twin walked in, the sisters sprawling together on a pile of pillows, their small breasts pressed together as they kissed and writhed together. “I only raise the horniest sluts,” I agreed, my gaze flashing from the incestuous sisters to my daughter's pussy.