He was pretty particular about that, she had learned, and she knew he considered her to be out of shape – even though she'd been exercising with Ben...and Sandy in the mornings in the hotel before she moved out to live with the Gunny. She figured the exercise was easy enough to do, though the reminders – like now – caught up to her from time to time.Panting, she studied the Gunny's change jar. One of the old ten-gallon milk jugs, about three feet tall, it had loop handles and a tapered neck. It. Need it now. Head fucked. He pressed send and waited for a minute. His comms unit announced a message. Up. Now. He wondered what Emma would be thinking. They were walking around meeting all these shadowy characters, each with different skills, and each just as dangerous as each other. She had been introduced to a whole new world. A world that was fighting against the world she lived in, the world she came from and knew. Hansen eschewed the elevators and led her to an opening next to them. They. She moaned louder but made no effort to stop him. Slowly he picked up speed and fucked his sisters arse like he had been doing it for years.I lay there totally relaxed as I watched, and enjoyed the scene before me. “Fuck me your arse is so fucking tight sis.” Martin moaned, “I am going to come already, I can’t hold it off. Ohhhh fuck mmmmeeeeee.” He screamed out loud.As he stopped he pulled out of that tight hole. “Swap places with Matt.” I instructed. “Get ready Megan I am going to come down. “Me too,” he said softly.The porch light went on.“Who is it?” she called through the door.“Special delivery from Walter Reed Hospital,” he said, making his voice much higher than normal.The lacy curtains that covered the glass pane in the door parted and her face appeared.He waved.“Hi honey,” he said. “I told you I couldn’t wait.”Women are emotional creatures. A woman can go from shock, to euphoria, to anger, to intense joy, to beating on a man with small fists, to lying limply in his arms.