Sure enough, about a mile down the road, where the Twenty Nine Palms fence came close to the highway, the headlights picked up an M1 Abrams tank with ...ts 120mm main gun pointed down the road in our direction. As we started to slow for the tank, a small figure dressed in black stepped into the cone of our headlights, and I heard another engine revving behind us - the tank that was supposed to close the box, no doubt."Kill the engine and step out of the vehicle and no one will get hurt," the. Then came the Brits. They were good, but not as good as the Canadians.So, it was all up to Warren and Sophia. The medal winners were set. (Sophia and Warren would have to finish the free dance lower then seventh to not win a medal at all, which wasn't going to happen.) And the Canadians were higher than the Brits. The final color of the medals would be decided by the Kellehers."Ready?" Warren asked Sophia as they waited to take the ice."All ready already," Sophia laughed. "It's been a long. So she had wandered around the city, comfortable to walk after dark,enjoying her strident footfall and the way that no one paid her anyattention. Men sized her up with a glance, registered no sign ofaggression, women cast him the odd appreciative glance but nothing more.Gone were the stares at chest level, the outright leering, the"accidental" collision, the occasional outright obscene suggestion.She remembered the few occasions she had tired going for a morning run.Even the few men she had. A little bit of sperm leaked out of my pussy as I first slipped my panties on, then stood up and pulled my shorts up my long legs. I ran my hands through my hair first, shaking my head and admiring how smoothly it flowed through my fingers. Inhaling deeply, I ran my hands down the front of my body, starting off with the soft globes of my tits and running down over my firm belly, then traced the lines of my thighs and ended with my hands on my tightly curved ass. I pressed firmly on my butt.