. I see. Was it fast?" Faster than he deserved. The medical examiner will probably call it a stroke." Good riddance. The man was a political hack; did...'t know a damn thing about how to run an operation like this. Davenport would have been a much better choice, but he's a career agent and politically unacceptable." Well, with a little luck we can influence their next choice. Hell, my Colonel in Saudi could run this place better."Mr. Jones put the pistols away in the hollowed out center armrest. The day after that it was back to the normal grind at Camp Custer, which was none too enjoyable at the best of times. The assholes outside were still taking the occasional potshot at us, and we would return the favor if we could. Where we were taking it on the chin, though, was out on the road.For me, and for most of the guys, convoy and escort duty was the most dangerous part of the job. It wasn’t possible to just hunker down in Camp Custer. We had to go out into Dush-el-Kebir every day.. His body rising and falling as their sole destination was the achievement of pleasure. Lynn's pussy stretched to accommodate Jeff's rampant cock. He knew with every stroke that he was bringing Lynn closer to her orgasm. He watched, and the signals began to show themselves, the breathing, quickening almost to a pant, the opening of the mouth, the flickering eyelids, the high-pitched gasping. He felt Lynn arching her body up towards him.Lynn came with a loud cry, strangely shouting a. She looked over at me, and happened to glance down to see my hard cock. She smiled, much like she did two days ago.“What’s wrong?” - she asked me.She took one hand off of the steering wheel, and placed it on my leg that was closer to her. I looked down at her hand, as she started to move it up and down, as if she were rubbing my leg. She moved it further up, and felt my hard cock. With a gasp she took her hand away, and pulled into the near by gas station. She stopped the car completely, and.