’ When, in August, Mama Mutia returned, Blen and her three friends approached her. After breakfast, consisting of a ball of boiled rice, and before ...he day grew too hot, they stood at her gate and called out. Mama Mutia emerged to greet and admit them, as she had many others before. Knowing they would ask to work, she examined them with a professional eye as they filed into her kitchen, picturing them cleaned up, dressed up, and fattened up. They all passed muster. Precious acted as. She continued to write about the previous day's events when her hand finally screamed in protest over the onslaught of written language. Before the cramp encapsulated her hand, she had been describing the lovemaking she had experienced with her long time boyfriend DevonA clash of thunder brought her out of her reverie as the rain began to pour outside onto her balcony. She walked over to the doors, stretching her tired and cramped limbs along the way and pulled back the sheer off-white drapes.. ” “I’m sorry to have even been listening at all, but I kind of accidentally became aroused, and I swear I was asleep, and I didn’t mean to…” The words were tumbling from my mouth much too quickly to make sense and unexpectedly you silenced my rambling with an authoritative finger against my lips and a reassuring squeeze pulling me into your broad chest. My nipples pressed prominently through the sheer material from the friction of your body. My breasts tingled pleasantly while you began. Both Sudanese pilots died instantly."Holy crap... !" Yeah," Angel Flight lead murmured. "Let that be a lesson, guys. Panic and lose your head, and you lose your sorry ass! These guys are obviously not cool dudes. Guardian, you got telemetry on this? You got our camera feed of that suicide screw-up?" Angel lead, Guardian. Yeah, we got it. Sorry it happened on your watch, Cap. We know how Ops Command hates to see something like this. No sweat. You guys are clean." Ok, Guardian. How's the threat.