Then I find her panties. Ripped. Bra. Covered in lube. Jeans. Covered in lube and jizz. “Hey.” I look back at her and she’s holding her phone ou... to me (still not covered). I walk up to her and grab it and then quickly turn my back to her. Partially to give her some modesty but mostly to hide my hard on.It’s opened to a translator. The top half is a bunch of English, but the bottom half is Chinese. ‘Thank you. My clothes are ruined. Which doesn’t matter, you’ve seen all of me anyway.” My face. Commander Ferguson about an idea, and then I had to call my uncle about it,” I explained. “By the way, they hired your brother. Don was going to train him on the farm equipment, but thinks he’ll keep him there on a security team for the property in Blanc Bayou.”“I heard that he got hired earlier today. I had a message from him and commed him back this afternoon. He was excited to hear that the rebels surrendered and told me that he’d tell your family, too.”“Wait, isn’t the mess hall that way?”. It felt good enough that my cock began responding. Again I felt her hands bumping into things but nothing more than before so I didn’t expect anything more at that time. Well, I was wrong. As her hand went down my ass on either side, instead of widening out to go down my thighs her hands went straight down between my butt cheeks and rubbed straight down over my balls and shaft to the table. “I see this area still need work. It okay to do more here?” she asked.‘Of course’ is what I softly said. " Might?" You just don't understand how hard that was for me." No, I probably can't completely understand it," Curt admitted. "For me, I just kind of separated myself from the exposure. I can see where you might not be able to do that." I bet you weren't thrilled when you heard about those clips, either, were you?" she prodded."Uh, no. You're right," he agreed. Both were silent for a bit, then Curt said "Look, think of us as being in the front line of a battle. I don't think the battle is just.