" Right..."Gene never saw her walk up, but a tall, thin black woman sat down next to him, her clothes were modern casual brown slacks and a mocha blou...e, lighter than her dark-brown skin. She wore sunglasses despite the evening darkness. Her hair was wrapped with a thin green scarf.Holly leaned over the table. "Sagal." Holly." The woman turned towards him. "And you must be Mr. Polanski." Her accent was singsong, lilting but lightly husky. "Pleasure." Call me Gene."Sagal nodded."So what have you. As she moved she lifted the letter from her lover. Again she read the lines written a week previously telling her that he was still at the base camp in Kenya, busy preparing for a senior officers inspection. She wondered if that was still the case, or whether he was upcountry searching the bush for the Mau Mau remnants that were hiding out there, or whether once more he had been catapulted into some problem spot in Southern Arabia or the Persian Gulf. Of much more concern to her were the. For now, I still want her to think that she's got to do things on her own." "It looks like you'll be putting in more time than usual in your lab, Dee Dee," said Clyda. "Do you think you'll need any additional help to get things done?" "How about it, Dee Dee?" asked Tiffany. "Do you think you can come up with something that'll make sure Jordan passes the main event?" "I doubt that Jordan will need help of any sort myself," chuckled Dee Dee. "But yeah. I'll come up with something that'll. Cool.There was a really tall, big guy about 35 or so (also married, I think), who had one of the biggest fucking white cocks I've ever sucked, or even seen. He just had to unreel that thing from his pants. It was one of those power cocks that are wide in the shaft and the head, long and curved, and just look like they could survive on their own for quite a while. It was one hard motherfucker, too. It was so fucking hard that you couldn't even feel it pulse or anything. Almost like a dildo, only.