She was almost word perfect to the script we had discussed.“CHARLES, your mother wants to talk to you?” Claire said.Gosh, I love her. I went quiet...y to my door and opened it quietly and closed it loudly. I bounded down the stairs, “You bellowed, Sugar-Lips,” I said giving her a quick kiss. “Mom, did you need me for something?”“Yes, Charles — goodnight Claire, sleep well,” Annie said.“Goodnight Annie, goodnight Honey-Buns,” Claire said as I watched her go up the stairs.” I had never noticed how. My practice payed off. I went up and down on him for a bit, eyes watering, nose running, no choking or gagging to speak of, I was a cock sucker. I was good at it. He was so wet at slippery I took a break and started stroking that cock with my hand. I squeezed it tight and jerked him off. He was so worked up I finished him off just like that, stroking it out of him with my hand. He shot a strong load all over himself. I grabbed him a towel and threw it on his limp body. I knew it really wasn't. Maybe he didn't give them much of it and they'll run out of it before they analyze it. Crap, that's another reason this mission should go down as quickly as possible. I didn't turn this over to the FBI or Homeland Security because I was afraid the politicians and lawyers would get involved, and by the time the FBI got through fucking around and did manage to start making arrests, some foreign government, or even Al Qaeda, would have the stuff. I'm sure the general has his own agenda, but he's. What a hell of a thing to happen!They reached the shore, the dress was lowered, and she put her shoes back on her slim feet, but her body was still a graceful attraction, distracting the boy more and more in sheer lascivious fascination. He wrenched his thoughts back to what he had to do now, and led the frightened mother to a small path at the back of the clearing, which he knew from experience meandered behind all of the little coves in a connecting foot trail. They stepped silently along the.