"That means we're actually allowed an additional 18, when we come of age. We can foster them." Foster?" Tribune Whitefeather blinked. "How would that ...ork?" Technically, they're still 'sponsored', or 'owned', or whatever you want to call it, by the Civil Service. But as long as they're in our pods, they're treated as family. If they're still with us when we reach 14, we'll consider offering them our sponsorship. Granted that's one year, two months, twelve days, fourteen hours and forty-four. Mike said that Kelly had a date in Connecticut. “Chris, I think you, particularly, will be interested in what happens. We’ll be leaving from Andrews Air Force Base in about two hours.”They dressed. As they did, Kelly asked Mike, “Honey, now that you’re a general, you rate an aide. Have you given it any thought?”Mike stopped what he was doing. Kelly’s question had taken him completely by surprise. Were it not for Kelly herself, he would be the youngest general in the Army at the age of. It was — I think — the first cock besides mine she’d seen since before our marriage, and her excitement was plain. She slipped one hand under the nightie and, uncrossing her legs, put the other in her crotch. I fell to my knees. I was aching to swallow Tom’s cock, but I decided to put on a show for her first. As I stroked him slowly with one hand I carressed his balls with the other. The swollen head was not more than three inches away from my mouth, but still I held off. After several firm. Bingo! Chrissie’s hand lotion! Not the best but it would do. I unzipped my pants and then opened the hand lotion bottle my dick was throbbing like made every time my heart beated. I squirted some lotion in the palm of my hand and rubbed it on my dick. The feeling was so good! I started rubbing slowly then faster. But then a knock on the door. “Tom, what are you doing in there?” she said“Umm, umm nothing Chrissie” just finishing ill be right out. “Ok, I need to take a shower” she saidI was now.