She was leaning forward, arms on the counter, talking on her phone. Actually, she was doing a lot of listening from someone who seemed to be talking v...ry quickly. Not her mom. Amanda almost never spoke quickly. I looked at her legs and ass, didn’t get an immediate boner and realized I was either sexually spent or becoming desensitized. Either way, not good.I nuzzled up behind her and she pointed to what looked like chorizo and eggs in a pan on the stove as well as a plate of bacon. Every now. If it were up to me, I’d punish him for it. I’ve got a bird-cage in the back, look. Maybe we should try squash him into that.”“Maybe we should,” joked Shelly, now getting into the flow.“I wouldn’t fit, so there!” I countered back.“Don’t be so smug, Graham,” Cynthia said more sternly than befitted our jesting. “Fact is, I do have a cage which would suit you just nicely. I think you could be persuaded to lock yourself in and hand over the key. It’d certainly keep you out of mischief while us. They were almost eating each other’s faces with their urgency to be close as he kept up his thrusting. But it wasn’t enough foe either of them, they needed more, more of each other, more than missionary, more than the normal, they needed something special to satisfy themselves after such a build-up. He stopped and pulled out much to her protest and look of shock and sadness on her face. He pulled her arms and she sat up. He got up off the bed and pulled her arms again so that they were all. He was furious.“What are we going to do?” the Secretary of Defense asked.“What do you suggest?”“We surrender.”“Why do you say that?”“You’ve seen what’s happened to Franka.”“Espa is still going strong.”The Secretary of State said, “Our embassy in Espa reported that they lost water and electricity today. The whole country of Espa is in trouble.”“Just how bad is it?”“Very bad. They’ve lost their infrastructure and their military. I imagine that they’ll be surrendering before the day is.