It was risky- as all such plans are, and we might have ended up in jail. I hadalready obtained my own inheritance - less the share taken by thetaxman,...and it seemed that I had controlling interest in a small bank.Reggie persuaded his pater - that's latin for father - to go along withour plan - he was happy to strike at the greedy taxman - he worked outthat he would be dead within five years, and that's the absolute maximumprison time he could serve.My bank accepted a mortgage arrangement for. "Well, what are you waiting for, mom? Go wrap your hot lips around it and get it wet." I teased her."Don't you worry about me, son. I was sucking and fucking long before you were born. I know your cock is ready and so is my ass. Grease him up. I want it deep and hard in my ass. I wantyou to tear up my ass. I don't care if you make me bleed. Just make sure you fuck me good and dump your load." Mom stated as she moved her mouth down to my throbbing member. "Its been to fucking long since my ass. The envelope contained tickets to all three games in the Red Sox series."Thanks, Mike," I said. "This will be a blast -- Orlie and her daughter are huge fans. And if anybody on the current club ever played in Bluefield, they'll know about it." There's also a note in there from me," Mike said, "directed to the door guard at the Orioles' box. If you decide to come by there tonight, it'll get all three of you inside. You should do it -- the ham and cheese sandwiches in there are magnificent!" I. And we talked the First Sergeant into it. Oh, shit, Sandy, what are we doing here?"Sandy took his hand from across the table. "Well, we are here, mister, and you and I will find our way back out. But we need to act like we don't know anything about it ... like what Munoz thinks we are: bright, but young and inexperienced soldiers."Ben nodded. His eyes widened as he focused behind her. Sandy grabbed her coffee and raised it to her lips, so she'd have an extra second of concealment to compose her.