Had I turned the phone off? No, I heard a voice. It sounded like a choir of angels, even though I could tell it was only one woman. ‘Tina, Tina, are...you there? It’s Mommy. Tina? Answer me. Are you OK? Tina?’ I couldn’t really talk. I couldn’t move the phone. But I sure as hell could croak. ‘Tina’s not here.’ ‘Who’s this? What did you say? Where’s Tina?’ the voice said. ‘Joe. I work with Tina. She can’t come to the phone.’ ‘Where is she?’ ‘Don’t know,’ I lied. No sense complicating things right. " She thought back to the argument that had raged the previous evening. She didn't want to marry that peasant from Birchtree Farm. "How can they expect me to even try to seduce such an uncouth slob?" she asked herself. But of course her parents insisted that it would be to her benefit in the long run. Once she was married to him, she was to use her wiles to get him to agree to sell the land they wanted to build the out-of-town store he needed to increase his sales. A store that they expected. The tarp was full of holes that could be construed as bullet holes ... no trace of the newlyweds was ever found. Death by misadventure was the verdict and everybody was happy again. By the time the war was over not only did nobody care but nobody even looked.When it came up for printing ... if it came up for printing ... a book by Andrea Koenigsknecht Slagle Austin Ph.D., possibly entitled The Pacific War, The Enlisted Mans View was going to have "Newly discovered photographs previously. MMMMMMmmmmmm" I began thrusting into her slowly at first. Both hands holding her tits as I pumped into her harder and deeper. Each thrust driving my 10inch long thick cock deeper inside her pussy. She was moaning " OOOOOOHHHHHH....OOOOOOOOHHHHHH....MMMMMMMMMmmmmmm!" Each deep thrust kept the head pounding aganist her cervix. She took her fingers and started to rub her clit hard. Making her moan loud, " OOOOOOHHHHH...OOOOOOHHHHH...OOOOOOOHHHHHH," making me to slam her like a pile driver. Her.