"Don't make me repeat myself, boy. You think military intelligence is an oxymoron? If you didn't spend all your time with that crazy woman in the funn... hot pants, you might learn something from your colleagues." Yes, sir," Steve replied, trying to placate the General. "So how did the staff of Military Intelligence help you?" Well, the boys had seen those stories in the Post about the raft of professional women who suddenly quit work and start making babies like there is no tomorrow. Struck them. " I've got a beach by my place," Heather said. "Why don't you come on down, and we can both go for a swim and open a cold one, while you tell me all about it." That may be the best invitation I've had all month," Pam replied, a lot of the tiredness going away. "Where are you at? I'll change, then drive down and meet you." I'll drive," Heather offered. "That way we can talk on the way."Pam was back in a couple of minutes, wearing a T-shirt over a swimsuit, carrying a towel. Heather stopped along. ”Diane’s fingers continue to tease Mandy’s nipples, they are fully aroused now and so beautiful! My cock is already completely hard from watching this older lady playing with my sister’s nipples.“Your brother has a big cock, can you take him all the way in your small body!”“Yes.” Mandy said in a horny voice.“After he fucks me and we make love I’ll love to watch him fuck you.” Diane said reaching down to play with Mandy’s wet bald pussy.Mandy had tears running down her face, and her eyes were. It was my destiny to become a High Minister in the court of my cousin, Naaba Kutu the Third. In order to assume my birthright, I am leading my troops into battle. I am not nervous. I have the blood of many great ancestors coursing through my veins.My apologies for boring you. I am on an excursion to a tiny village just east of the city where I was raised before meeting the other battalions. This journey has a specific purpose. The vast majority of soldiers have a ‘tinkonkana’ or boy-wife as you.