Most of these niggas and bitches in your ear is single and broke. They mad we doing our thing.”“Why would that matter.”“Misery loves company,�...� he reasoned.“I just can’t take this,” she shouted.“What you want me to do? Get a DNA test,” he clamored. “Yeah,” the petite wife sniffled.“For real! Man, you don’t trust me. I guess I should go. Since it’s your house!”“Cam,” she wiped her face.“I’m supposed to just show up and tell this chick to give me a sample of her baby’s blood? Where they do that. I shrugged. What difference could it make?We went into the ruin of a town, and she began directing us until we goto an old building, and said the temple was under it. Apparently, thedesert had blown in enough to cover over the entrance, so the soldiershad to work for a couple of hours to expose it, and then we went in.What happened next was not fun. You may remember in the first IndianaJones movie, the place with all the booby traps?Well, this temple had real ones, and it cost us three good men. “The loss of sharpness would actually be the point,” Joe clarified.“So the text would literally be the focus,” Katrina figured out.“Yep.”“I think that would be interesting, but maybe I could do a second publication in Spain? Something ... simpler?”“I don’t have a problem with that.”“Would you like me to ask Rachel for the footage? I could look at it.” Consuela asked. “I am your assistant after all. And I have gotten to know the poems.”“Sure. I’ll probably look too, but I do need to do some. I tugged them to my knees, and then I lifted my skirt up on top of my back, exposing my firm round ass. I looked back at the garters framing my smooth shaven cheeks, down my stockinged legs to my strappy red Hussies. I looked beyond, to Leroy, still standing, stroking his enormous cock. The scene was almost more than I could take.With my eyes fixed on Leroy's glistening cockhead, and my panties still around my knees, I spread my legs as much as I could. My little cockette immediately sprang.