Also, Mr. President, there is the political fallout within our own country if we attack an American base. They will not approve of us attacking our ow... people." Our own people, you say? You can't be one of them, you can't be an American if you disagree with me!" the President snapped back at him. "Palestine is not a country and I'll bomb it to hell and answer to God with a glad heart. As for the other part, it's not in American hands, it was attacked by a traitorous force bent on defying. "What did she say?" Nothing." What?" I was too shocked to believe that."Nothing... she didn't say a word." She too appeared perplexed the way our mother had responded to the disclosure of our amorous adventures.I was confused, yet I felt relieved and immediately scurried to my room.I remained there in my room, locked from inside. Finally when mother called both of us for dinner, I went out to the kitchen. After a while, Mansi also joined us.Dinner was a silent affair. All of us were preoccupied. "Down on your hands and knees, Mary baby!" Pete cried hoarsely, his heart hammering like a piston.Mary stood motionless, her lips set and pulled inward, her eyes half closed, her body stiff as steel. "Down on your hands and knees, baby," Pete repeated. "Please... you're confusing him."Mary groaned and sank to her hands and knees. The dog was in back of her in a flash, his front paws clinging fiercely to her waist and hips, his head and neck projected forward, his eyes set and glazed, his ass. I asked how I would do that, completely glossing over the odd request it is for a sister to want to see your girlfriend pleasure herself. She said, just cam with her on your laptop and mirror the screen to the computer screen or something. I said I’d try and would let her know.When Christa left I sent a text to my girlfriend Clare that I wanted to see her strip live!. I didn’t get anything back so figured she was busy at home or with school. An hour later I finally got a text back saying,.