Now I had to consider what I was going to do. It seemed to me to be obvious that I could do the most good if I could destroy the arms caches before th... terrorists could use them. Given my druthers (preferences), I would kill everyone associated with the whole plot, but I did not know if that was feasible. The first delivery had been to a warehouse in Weston, a Boston suburb. That suggested that the first attack would be against Boston, so it behooved me to put those weapons out of commission.I. You were good to me and you helped me a lot and I am grateful for that. But what you did to Mom has made me ashamed of what I did and also ashamed of you. I’m sorry if this letter hurts you, but I have to tell you how I feel. I will try and find Mom and try and make it up to her. I know she is very hurt by what happened and I probably can’t make that go away, but at least I can apologize to her for what I did. I don’t suppose we will see each other again for a long time. I hope you and Jeanine. AAAH!” And her scream rose in pitch as well as volume, then she started sobbing, turning her face down, and gripping the sleeping bag with her hands. Her body went rigid, and she arched her back, pushing hard against the hand holding dildo and butt plug in place.I switched tactics now. I moved one hand to the dildo and started sliding it in and out. With the other hand, I grasped the butt plug, and slowly twisted it, pulling it out, then twisting it and pushing it back again. I kept doing this,. "Are you sure about this?" Sharon whispers even though there is no way she can be heard from the terrace. "The amount of cleavage is bad enough, but the bottom only covers half of my ass cheeks." That's the point!" Rhonda says, tying the string behind her back and adjusting the triangles across her ample breasts. "Come on, you'll see." Rhonda says, grabbing Sharon's hand and leading her out of the bedroom."Okay, boys!" Sharon calls just before they reach the door to the terrace. "We're ready!".