The radio crackled and Bixley’s voice came over. “Bravo Three One, look left. Do you see that Blackhawk?”I twisted my head to the side and saw a...helicopter flying low, with smoke pouring from an engine. It was a Blackhawk, and it was in trouble. I pointed and Givens nodded. He was driving, with Montoya up on the roof manning a Ma Deuce. I grabbed the radio and replied, “I copy Lima Two Six.” We were designated as Lima Two Convoy, and Bixley, the convoy boss, was Lima Two Six.“Looks like he’s in. If it makes us both happy then why not?”Rita noticed a perfectly beautiful bulge forming in the front of her son’s pants while she took her time putting on her panties, and then her revealing dress. It took some doing to tie the straps and arrange her tits so they were nicely displayed but wouldn’t pop out in the open anytime she moved. This gave Brady a good opportunity to let that big cock of his get nice and hard in his pants.Rita could hardly breathe the more she looked at the bulge in her. ”“I will then bend over in front of the screen, and you will crawl forward and delicately kiss my arse cheeks, all over” she said.“When I’m happy that you’ve done this to my satisfaction, you will then gently open my cheeks, and extend your tongue, and lick my arse hole, from top to bottom, until I command you to stop.”“Your tongue will then probe my ring as far as it can possibly go, for as long as I wish,” she continued.“I will be watching, and recording your efforts on screen as we proceed,. The earthly brown spark exuded a repulsive force in an attempt to repeal the dark light. It sustained for half a second and then got evaporated.Zax watched the confrontation unfold with creased brows and kept standing with a pensive gaze when it was over. ‘Something strange’, he deduced from the short exchange between the two attributes, yet could not pinpoint what it was.He thought and thought and thought meticulously, but the matter was so obscure even an expert would have a headache.Finally.