“Darling, are you okay?”John looked up at his wife. Jaime was perspiring and looked disheveled. Her nipples were hard, straining against the moist...fabric of her tank top. He wondered where her bra was. Her jean shorts were pulled tight into her vagina, creating a sizeable cameltoe. Was that a hint of wetness he saw in her crotch?“The heat is unbearable! I was just trying to catch my breath.”“Let me help you to the RV. We have the A/C on in there.”John felt better in the air-conditioned coolness. Use it. Carry on, my Legate.”She nodded. “All right, you already have your orders. Get moving.” The newest members of our group jumped into action with their tasks.Adrianne approached me somewhat timidly. “Martina, I’ve ... I mean, Lydia has told us some of what’s going on, but I’m just a smith. Where do I belong in this?”“With me, of course. You’re already a part of my family, do you not feel it in your heart? Are you not already forging weapons for the Imperial Army? Did you not just hear. The young white tourist tried to talk, "Whaa...i...wh...", but words were not coming. Eric partially supported his guest, helping him along. "That big cock messed up your throat, my boy. I've seen that happen before. Don't worry, your voice will come back. I'm amazed that you were able to take in very nearly the whole length. I could see your throat stretch and shrink when Haranga was using it. You must have an unusually large throat opening. Most people can handle only six inches or so before. She doesn’t want that. I applaud Lissa’s self-sacrifice for the team. For the rest of the season, I’ll have her helping me on substitutions when Beth is on the field. Lissa has shown a real knack for offense evolutions and knowing personnel abilities, so I’d like her to have some marshalling duties. So, once I’m sure her ankle is 100%, I’ll be trying her out as Beth’s back-up at sweeper. Padme will be Heather’s back-up if Lissa works out as a sweeper, which I think she will.“I leave for.