It was pretty recent that they became a Military Intelligence battalion, based at – you guessed it – Fort Huachuca."Ben turned and smiled at the l...ght Colonel. "Sir, I'd almost guess we were here for a similar reason."The other nodded. "Your theory breaks when I say I'm from the MDW, not Huachuca." At Ben's polite frown, the other elaborated, "The Military District of Washington, sort of a generic term to mean the area around DC. It's not really accurate, though, I'm at Bolling AFB."Ben nodded. He poured himself a double, then adjusted the rheostat that controlled the lighting about the room. It softened, then dimmed, and as he turned the stereo, he heard movement behind him and he turned to find the beautiful blond woman standing at the top of the short staircase that led to the sunken living room. She was wearing the wispy gown of ice-blue silk. It was gossamer and hung from her body like a gentle fall of fog clinging to her long, lovely limbs. He felt a twinge in his loins as he. "Ooooo, Mom," she sighed, her mouth drooling as she leered at her mother's pussy. "Ummmmm."Helen spread her legs as the children fondled her hips and ass. "Mmmmm." She yanked off her bra, freeing her mammoth tits. "God, I'm creamin' already.Natalie stroked her hand up between her mother's legs and caressed her wet cunt gash. Her head was spinning. "Mom, I never thought..."Helen shivered as her daughter stroked her cunt and Sandy stroked her ass. "I'm only thirty-five," she moaned. "What did you. "It's like she just realized we're eighteen now. God. It's all Courtney's fault. Her stupid chest caused all these problems!" "Um...What?" you ask. "Oh, right. I forgot to mention. Courtney got a boob job." You cannot help but laugh a little. Courtney is your cousin. She lives down the street and has been best friends with Amber since they were born. She has always been a bad influence on your younger sister. "She got a what?" Tits, Marty. She has these giant fake tits now. It was an 18th.