Aboard Monaco, Patrician class Corvette Five minutes prior“Coming up on maximum range to Bogey One, sir. We are in extreme powered missile range and...we have a solution.”“How much closer close can we get?”“We’re barely moving relative to them. Another one hundred kilometers will be our closest approach. Seventy-five if they maneuver and turn to port.”“Keep closing another fifty kilometers and then fire the light rail chaff rounds. One minute’s worth of chaff and then launch all four missiles on. Noticing her Mother’s car was not there, she told Tracy to get out, and to get on her knees. Tracy did, feeling totally humiliated, since it was broad daylight.“Now, slut,” ordered Linda, “get up to the house.”Tracy stared at her, wondering how she could do it on her knees and with her hands clasped to her belly chain.“MOVE IT SLUT,” yelled Christina.Tracy started toward the house on her knees. How embarrassing this was, since she couldn’t move very fast. She almost fell down a few times, but. Just as he finished, Katie walked through the door, fully undressed, and jumped in the shower. Katie turned the hot water on, sitting under the downpour as Jake stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. With the height difference, his flaccid cock rested against her lower back. He reached over and grabbed the soap. He lathered his hands, pulled Katie away from the water and cleaned his girlfriend, he paid special attention to her breasts, then moved his way down, scrubbing the. Honestly, heels are a beautiful invention — separates the wheat of women from the chaff of mere girls. This one was a woman, a pleasure to watch. Apart from those huge sunglasses. Honestly, a stupid idea. I could not see her face apart from her soft rosy lips, again very much the pinup. Her blond hair was pinned up haphazardly, probably because of the heat. Pieces continued to fall around her face. I judged her hair to be about shoulder length. A good length, much longer and it starts getting.