‘No it’s a test exercise, very hush-hush. You’ll be first to know when I can say something, I promise. Give me a pile of mags to study Tommy and...thanks for being so co-operative.’ She called the quarry and after a three-minute wait was put through to the site boss. ‘What kind of machinery do you want to write about?’ ‘You tell me.’ ‘Isn’t that your job?’ Sierra was sweating. ‘The people we write about prefer to showcase their best equipment – it can be old, sometimes modified uniquely to. I can hold back their faster screening elements if they are sent in advance; that supply train is the brake on speed of advance — it just depends how they plan on moving. Time to evacuate my people is all I need.However, I believe that Chencon fleet can be defeated, but, to achieve this, the Allies will have to absorb a tremendous amount of planetary damage and the Navy must be preserved to continue the war.It is going to be an interesting time for Mountserrat's government and all the more. I was wetter than before as my friends began undressing each other. Quinton and Chelsea had made themselves comfortable, and were both naked on the pull-out couch at the end of the bed. I watched them as Chelsea took Quinton’s cock in her hand and began rubbing and he groaned with passion in his tone. She swirled her tongue hungrily around the tip of his 7.5 inch cock, making her intentions clearer, while a wet spot formed on her beautiful red silk thong. I moaned deep in my throat and realized. "But, as I was thinking about it later, I realized she never actually said "just kidding." That's what was bothering me. Was she serious? Or was it so obviously a joke that she didn't even feel the need to say "just kidding" because it was implied. Over time I became more and more convinced it was the latter. Even the word she used, "whoopee," helped confirm it was a joke. Not seriously anyway. It was a way of sanitizing it; she made a dirty joke without using a dirty word. That was all.But.