Miranda would stand with her parents to greet all the guests as they arrived. She wished to be anywhere but standing next to her mother as everyone fi...ed past them. They all had the same things to say, and they all had a special someone they wished to introduce her to. The names and faces all blended together, and she started to retreat into herself. She was going over her plan in her mind as she exchanged the mindless pleasantries with their guests. She was going to flirt, and dance, and make. They did manage to restrict their jostling though, dialing it back several notches. When it did occur, there was some serious yelling directed at the perpetrator, so it was kept under control. A couple more six-inch drops in response to questions directed at me kept their memories fresh about the risk of dropping into the ocean.I stood in silence most of the time as the number of newsies continued to accumulate, climbing beyond two dozen in increments of one (occasionally), two (mostly), and. Richard knelt on the floor. He laid his hands on my knees, spread my legs, and pushed his face into my covered pussy. Literally biting my thong, he ripped it straight down the middle and tossed one half to the floor. And I didn’t even care. His tongue was probing around my wet pussy lips, licking my clit, tasting me. I could barely hold in my moans. Stroking his hair, I whispered, “You’re so fucking good...”The flicks of his tongue got faster and faster until I thought I was about to come, and. " But you don't sound like you are a friend," Linda said."Friend?! Hell no. I was a personnel manager for one of those multi-national manufacturing companies. My job was to do pretty much what I do now. Monitor all of the training programs and make sure that ones that start performing poorly receive the help they need." The man said.Linda purred. "Oh, those military men must hate that."I could hear the man snort. "Of course they do. And there are a few military men in my department and others.