Fucking do it....fuck me..you cunt," Sarah screamed falling on top of her daughter's back."Fuck, fuck.....fuck," she shouted taking every inch of him....It's so good....fuck," Sarah screamed."Fucking cunt....fuck me.... bastard....don't stop!"Frank grabbed Sarah from her sides lifting her like a rag doll fucking her harder.Bethany got to her knees kissing her mother's face tasting the salty sweat on her face Sarah in turn grabbing at her daughter's beautiful tits."It's so good isn't it mum?"Sarah. "So what do you need from me, Mr. Harding?" First, I really wish you'd call me Mitch. I mean, I know I'm your boss,but I like to think that we're just colleagues working toward the samegoal," Mitch requested with charm and pep.Shaking my head, I said, "Sorry, Mr. Harding. Anything else you need." Yeah, I need you to accept that transfer to Chicago that you gotoffered," Mitch told me.Mention of that offer put a scowl on my face. It had first come up acouple of weeks ago, a fancy transfer to. Sarge, just be careful will you? This is the second bunch we have lost in that area since the battle for hill 937. Charlie thinks he owns the area and has been building in there since we pulled out of all the forward fire bases. Sarge, just do your job and get the hell back safe."I got up and thanked him for the coffee heading back to my hooch to dig out my personal maps and other notes I had made on the area. I wanted to give myself a refresher course and look at my notes. I had a gut feeling. Shading her eyes with her hand she gazed through the setting sun as the 737 taxied to the end of the runway, paused then began its takeoff run. Her heart thumped loudly and she gasped slightly as the plane reached rotation and lifted from the runway. Yet the climb out was normal, Jessica following the flight of the silver craft until it was lost to sight.Feeling a bit better, she got into the car, started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, heading for home.It was 11:30 that night.