He says, “Captain, please look at the bodies near the school. Tell me those aren’t children.”With a voice of frozen helium she replies, “I wis... I could, Sir. You need to speak with the prisoners, Sir!”Noticing her tone he asks, “Why should I?”She says, still in a very cold voice, “Because I know one of them, Sir. He’s a Marine Sergeant on long term loan to the CIA, and he’s usually involved in black operations.”Turning to her his face is expressionless, “There’s no declared war here. They’re. .. God... his smooth thighs open... penis erect.... testicles pulled up tight to his shaft.... his hot, sexy body full of hot sperm, waiting for me to suck it out of him. So fuckin' many things I want to do to him, don't know what I want to do first. I begin massaging his prick fuckin' tease pretty thighs. God, I swear I could blow a nut humping his sexy legs. Up and down, slowly... moving ever so much closer to his balls with each stroke.... his cock, twitching with anticipation.... not. Most men get around to it eventually... and he'll be his old self again before you know it!" She was helping herself to more of the brandy and pouring another glass for Kay as well. She said every reassuring phrase that came to her mind, all the while thinking about that address on Turnabout Lane. She remembered going to a wild party there last year, and she'd heard tell then that the host was Winthrop Morgan... It was hard to tell because everyone had been blindfolded, and Morgan was known to. ”I looked around and saw three of her best friends staring at me. They were Amber, Heather, and Stacy and they were already fifteen years old. Ginger is the last of her group to have her birthday.I finally said, “I’m sorry. I thought that she was her mother. I’ve been thinking about her an awful lot lately.”Ginger added, “He used to do that to my mother when he was horny, which was all of the time.”Amber asked, “Do you date?”Ginger answered, “No, he doesn’t.”Heather asked, “Do you at least jerk.