A pie with the pastry top cut to shape and in the process of being placed on whatever the filling was but not yet crimped around the edges.“Yeah, ma...��am, I’m lookin’ for yah boss, Mr Pickering. I know he lives here, Is he in right now?”“No, I’m sorry, Miss,” Abi smiled, “he’s at work today, all day. Who shall I tell him called?”“Sierra.”“Sierra... ?”“He’ll know who I am right enough, ma’am, just tell him, Sierra.”“All right, Sierra, I will. Now, how can he reach you? Does he have your, er, cell. She swallowed them down just like she was told. It occurred to me that our camera had broken earlier. Having sex with her was great, but I wanted to ensure it was all caught on tape. “Mr. Dudley our camera broke upstairs. I think we really should try and record every minute of our time with my sister. Two weeks is gonna fly by after all.” “Your right kid.. I got just the idea! You boys get ready. Meanwhile you missed some cum slut, you better clean it up.”He pointed to some spunk on the ground.. They summoned another man who was still carrying his Kalashnikov. He saluted both and it looked like he was giving a very animated version of the recent skirmish with us. He kept gesturing in the direction from which we'd come. It sounded like bragging to me ... bragging about killing my Marines.I shot him first, and then the man in the suit, then the commander and then the bodyguard driver who died as he leaned against the Land Cruiser lighting his second cigarette.We fell on them like wolves. Her breasts were full and firm and her nipples were engorged with excitement. She took his hands and pulled them to her breasts, squeezing his hands so that he squeezed her breasts. “No more of this,” she said as she helped him palpate her bare breasts. “Yes, ma’am,” he muttered. Her hands left his, though he continued the pleasing grip on her breasts even as he watched her reach for the zipper on her skirt so that she could release it and let the skirt fall to the floor. Her panties quickly.