I cringed as I heard a loud American voice that I recognised. Then they came clomping down the side aisle to take their seats amongst Estelle's family...and friends.I tried not to look, but you know what it's like, a quick glance confirmed that it was Porticia and George who had arrived late. I actually heard Estelle say "Shit". The poor girl had forgotten she was wearing a radio-microphone, so most of the people in the congregation must have heard her say it as well. It's a shame that some of. Wait a second while I pull myself back to reality.I'm back now. As a general rule, DC-based political reporters don't know a great deal about nuclear physics - or much else come to that, although they do have encyclopedic knowledge of all the bars in central DC and they dress very well - but the morning's news about the F-15s crashing into the Weapons Storage Area at Minot AFB had made them all aware that Minot's WSA stored nuclear weapons. That fact plus the tone of the Guardian Angel's note. "Yeah, life is like a winding road," I said, looking back to Bianca. "It surely presents us some incredible turns like love, sex, hope, and despair. We fall in love, get married, live with our mates, and do not hesitate to share anything with them. At times, we prefer to hide something from them that must have happened to us previously."Bianca stared at me. The alarmed look on her face pleased me inwardly. Without saying a word, Ronica and I finished our drink."The committed relationship may. Sherrie's eyes smiled at mine as she slowly extracted her finger, a trail of saliva following it. I couldn't resist touching the tip of her finger with the tip of my tongue as it exited." Well, they're coming, beleive me." Sherrie sat back onto the sink.I stood in a warm daze, realizing my panties were now as wet as my mouth."Whatever" I barely spoke in more of a sigh, as I turned back to my sink."Hey, my panties look great on your ass!"My pussy was getting wetter and wetter and I could feel.