. ' The substance of that story I repeated, as close to word for word, as possible to Mr. Hudson, while you gentlemen drove down here from Springfield... I might add that you getting down here so fast is epic. I can't imagine how you drove fifty five miles in thirty minutes..."Agent one topped me there. "We were already in Branson on another matter and only drove over from the strip. That's why we're the ones that get to debrief you. It's strictly a matter of chance. My name is Agent Ordonez. My. Whenever the navy's officers and men roamed the streets, it was time to close one's shutters and door, and woe to the poor souls caught in the pubs. More than once, the boys could hear the cries and shouts of men being taken away to serve on board Her Majesty's ships.It was one thing to serve in the army where one's feet were solidly planted on the ground fighting the French. It was quite another to be on a ship away from land for months at a time. The iron discipline and its floggings were. Then she turned and walked over toward the nightstand beside the bed.Turning to face me, she skimmed off the sweatshirt and the sweatpants, allowing me just enough time to see that she was completely naked underneath. Then she flipped off the light.“Get naked and come lie down on the bed,” she whispered. I did.“You can’t touch me,” she continued whispering. “But there’s nothing saying I can’t play with myself and that you can’t play with yourself.”The idea of masturbating next to her while she. Ron backed, covered and sat beside her. Helen had closed her legs and Sharon said, “Can I see, please”. Ron reached over, pulled Helen's dress back as she opened her legs. Her cunt was gaped open, covered in thick white cum, and her cunt hole held a mass of pudding thick cum, slowly oozing out. Sharon wheezed, “oh my fucking god! That could make a fucking Army! Is it like that every time”? Helen giggled saying “No! Most of the time it's more”! Sharon smiled saying, “Boy! If you don't give her a.