The last straw came when I went to work one morning, and as I left my apartment, I noticed one of my best friends car sitting in front of her apartmen.... His '62 Pontiac stuck out like a sore thumb. That fuck'n slut would fuck anybody, anytime, anywhere. I finally forgave the friend, he had the sexual discretion of a brahma bull. When I questioned him about it, he admitted he slept with her, but he vowed he wouldn't do it again. "That is the biggest sloppiest pussy I've had in a while. You. Why didn't those men try to force their way into the transporter?"Lesa smiled, "Ah, you're speaking of the guards I engaged to protect my friends before and after the Confederacy Marines were in a position to protect them. It's very simple, really. They were being paid to do a specific job. Those men take pride in their work and can be counted on to complete the task they have agreed to accomplish."McGregor asked, "Would it be possible for you to introduce us to them, and perhaps your father as. Got it for a song, as they say." Heading for Canada are they?" asked Anne."No," said Dulany, "sailing for Charleston, have some kin down that way, rice growers I believe. Loyal to the very heart and soul." How's your family doing?" Margaret Conroy asked from the other end of the table."Old Daniel's still a recluse, not even writing any more diatribes, and I fear my father is failing." Jamie Dulany shook his head and looked sad or perhaps disappointed. His Uncle Daniel had been a Maryland leader. The show wasn’t lost on him. “I love watching those big fucking tits bounce.” “Oh yes. Fuck me, Chase,” she half squealed, and rubbed her bud faster. The excitement of the young, gorgeous stud fucking her sent her soaring, as it had when he made her come on his tongue. Anything he lacked in experience he more than made up for with enthusiasm and strength. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been truly taken this way, and it was driving her crazy. “Like getting that pussy fucked hard?” he.