"Do come in!" Mrs. Moffatt's eyes carefully avoided Abby's big tits. The young blonde walked into the living room, which was piled high with stacks of...Girl Scout cookie boxes. The spotlessly clean room looked like Martha Stewart just finished decorating it.Abby shuffled her flip-flops, breasts swaying. Her nipples pointed straight at Mrs. Moffatt. "Sorry; I just ran out of the house."The older mom flashed another toothy smile. "Why dear, I understand! I'm a mess myself!" Mrs. Moffatt touched. I wonder how she’s getting her jollies..."Helen had to bite her hand to stifle the gasp that wanted to escape her throat."Oh gawd, you’re awful, Jen. I don’t know if she grows cucumbers, but she’s sure got a nice pair of melons!"God, that was so humiliating. The two were discussing her like a piece of meat!"Of course I’ll keep you up to date.... yes, I’ll be watching her tonight.... you horny little bitch, all that talk has me quite bothered now... listen, I’ll have to go inside and do. The only thing left to test was a supply drop, and we could do that after we had adequate daylight. That was not something that we wanted to try at night because of danger to the aircraft making the supply drop.Alonzo called for a drop of miscellaneous supplies, especially ammunition for the M-14s. He realized that there had been a mistake when he failed to request tracers be included when we started out. He also ordered two more magazines for our rifles and a combat radio for each of us. Other. ” At the car I said,“Honey, why don’t you sit in the back with Tony? Ithink he’ll be lonely otherwise.” Cindy got into the back without a word. I drove slowly,looking in the rearview as much as possible, watchingTony and my wife tongue-kissing deeply, Tony fondlingmy wife’s breasts, my wife’s hand in Tony’s lap. By thetime I parked my wife had Tony’s hard cock out and hertank top around her waist. Tony zipped up and got out,and my wife.