By the time I really had it figured out, what she was up to, she was already going steady with Aaron Cantor and I'd missed my chance to really sample ...er ample charms. Rachel wasn't just an ordinary girl, she was the "IT" girl of Buckley Junior High School in 1957. Every year there is that one girl that has "IT" head and shoulders above the rest. That year, Rachel had "IT" in spades. She looked better, walked sexier, laughed prettier and smelled finer than anyone else around. I once heard a. Every night insurgents would go out after dark and bury the things everywhere. Since most of the roads were dirt and gravel, they didn’t need a lot of specialized equipment. Even if they managed to dig up and bomb an asphalt or concrete roadway, the repair was nothing but gravel, so they might just plant another IED in the repair. Driving around was like guesswork. Is that dark spot up ahead an IED, or is it a repair from yesterday’s IED? Is that a dead donkey, or is it a dead donkey with an. OK, now anything else?”“Everyone is shaking their heads, Boss.” Janey said.“OK. I love you guys. I’ll see you next Monday if not maybe a little earlier. Bye.”There was a collective ‘Bye’ and the line went dead.“Why are you playing with your dick?”“Because you’re not.”“Step into my office.”“I am in your office.”“Oh. Step over to your recliner.”“Gladly.”At one point over the next 45 minutes, I was thankful that the furniture was built so well. Renee was straddling my lap and just hammering. Molly rubbed the oil into Becki’s bum in slow circular strokes with both hands, and then her right hand disappeared from my view between the bum cheeks. Becki moaned and spread her legs wider, still laying face-down on the grass, so that Molly’s hand came back into view with two fingers firmly in Becki’s cunt and her thumb pressing into her bum-hole, rocking her hand backwards and forwards.At this point the black girl appeared in my room behind me giggling, brushing her tits across my bare back.