They regularly played basketball at the Y together, were on the same softball team sponsored by this very bar every summer, hunted and fished together... got drunk together, and, occasionally, chased women in a pack. Just last month the three had taken a four-day trip to Vegas where they drank, gambled, and found some hot and willing women. The last night of their vacation found the three men with two women in their suite. The three shared the women all night long.Andy was the one celebrating his. Stéphanie était blonde avec un corps athlétique, j'avais maté son cul lorsqu'elle avait enlevé son Jean ce qui n'avait pas échappé à Karen. Elle m'avait de suite chuchoter à l'oreille "je veux que tu prennes ses fesses ce soir". Suggestion qui bien sur ne me déplaisait pas. Je lui avait demandé si j'avais une chance de voir le sien ce soir mais elle m'intima de m'occuper de la chatte de Stéphanie. J'écartais délicatement ses cuisses,insérant mes doigts dans son sexe et caressant son petit anus. That was unusual, but not unheard of. He entered his decryption password and the message from IO popped up on his screen, along with a note from his boss – the DHS-Sec herself – to supply what info he could on who, what, when, where and how IO operated. She'd handle the electric grid security action items herself.He pulled up a document he'd been working on for several weeks. It was a summary of why he thought that IO was a program, operated by one or more hackers, that could do amazing things. They each had three eggs with a plate of biscuits and gravy and fried sow belly piled up in another plate.Missy Beeson came to the table with a big smile and greeted each of them by name this time. She had a pencil and paper in her hand and asked them what they wanted for breakfast. She started with Tag.“Tag, what would you like for breakfast this morning?” she smiled.“Missy girl I want three eggs, a plate of biscuits and gravy, some fried sow belly and a cup of that coffee,” Tag said.