"You know we gather all the intel we can. But frankly there isn't that much out there right now. Also you know this isn't a western style democracy. I...formation is in short supply." Reynolds said."I think the President here would dress his soldiers in rags to attack you as well." I said."That my dear Sylvia is very likely. Along with this ain't home, I need to tell you get caught outside this gates with a firearm and they shoot you with it." Reynolds added."Now that's gun control that works," I. Becky a friend of a friend have some history. She's a dark haired beauty and always impeccably dressed. We hung out at a couple of party's together. Ended up getting pretty drunk and hitting on each other. Lead to some kissing and light petting in a basement bathroom but nothing more. But I'd jump at the moment to do it again and this time take it a little farther.So I reached for my bag which I left conveniently on the floor next to the bed. Finding my little rainbow colored vibrator the kind. Your nipples stand constantly erect and you give a sharp hiss of pleasure as they are rubbed over and over.Without warning, you are turned onto your stomach, your face directly in the heady scent of the flowers mixed with the oils. More warm oil is poured along your spine and below to dribble between your cheeks. Your 'mmms' and 'aahs' of pleasure multiply as not only do I start massaging you with my hands, but my entire body begins rubbing against yours for the first time. You notice that I. ”“Then what do you call this, Wichard.”She brought me very close to her wet naked body and stuck her tongue down my throat, followed by, “What do you call that, Sir Richard?”“An appetizer, My Sweet Caroline.”I left, telling her to get into ‘something more comfortable’ and come to dinner.She walked in, in only her panties and one of my old t-shirts, which was probably six sizes too big for her, but it looked so fucking hot, I sprang to attention.We sat down to dinner, with Caroline eating her.