No, it's 'death to the Chechen'."They flashed back to the message from the Chechen leader and then Sgt. Blaine's fiery response, Jennifer looked at me...and asked...Flashback – JensI heard the threat against My Ben's life and understood most of what was said. I asked, "Daddy, perhaps you could bring all the Marines back from Russia?"Daddy questioned, "Jennifer, what did that terrorist say?"I told Daddy most of what I could understand, then Daddy said, "Jennifer, while I am bringing back the two. They curled up on the couch together, their combined cum leaking out of her. Sweaty and tired they took a 20 minute nap. When he woke up, she was already awake. “Should we clean up? I mean, it's the middle of the day, surely you have other clients coming, right?” he asked. “No. I canceled the rest of my day.” She leaned in for a kiss and before too long she was on top of him while he suckled on her perfect small perky breasts, lapped at her perfect small eraser sized nipples, and was grinding. .. ahhhhh !! .... you need to ahhhhhhh !!!!!!!!! STOP !" with that Brittany stopped and Kari quickly got up and went to the toilet she was so desperate to go that she couldn't even sit down and released a gush of pee that the neighbors could hear. Once she was done Kari looked at Brittany "Sorry this what I came in here for and too brush my teeth." "Well tonight you are going have to skip Brushing your teeth tonight" Brittany walked over to Kari, still over the toilet and stuck a finger into. I always imagine my fantasies are the vibrator of my mind. I visualise the scene and create the man, then the action, and like a physical vibrator, where I can change the frequency of pulsations, as the story emerges I go up a gear and my heartbeat, hips and fingers, combine to match my mental fucking, in my head, my mood depends on whether I am in charge, or simply being used and discarded.In my head there are no rules, or laws of men to control my sexuality, I see and feel sex as a physical.