"The ladies didn't say anything and watched them walk off in shame, thenburst into laughter as Stacy and Taylor both told them, "They meantevery word ...f it." Taylor added, "They got a hard dose of reality andare repentant. They won't go anywhere near the locker room nor will theytry that stunt again."The meeting broke and saw the groups heading home while several stayedto talk with Taylor. She was prepared for them and saw the looks ofconcern and curiosity on their faces. She had them sit and. "I love that dick in me." "Daddy's sweet whore. I can do anything to you, can't I, baby?" he asked, pulling out and going down on his knees to suck on my clit. "Yes, Daddy! Oh, goddamn! Suck that clit!" I wrapped my legs around my daddy's ears and head and leaned back on the table, tipping over the salt. My daddy slurped and sucked on my pussy as I pinched and pulled on my own nipples. I was so hot, I think I got carried away with the imagery. "Oh, yea, Daddy! Eat that pussy! Make me cum. I. You help her find the number. You clean up shit in here." Oscar tromped off to his own office and sat down heavily in a chair, their springs protesting."Okay," Brendan said as he took off his thin jacket. He tossed it in a corner and began by checking out the piles of paper, mail and catalogues that were spread across the shelf in front of the darkened window. There was no space anywhere to sort piles. The only available surface was out front on the long counter. Brendan gave a glance at his. The first 2 days of the patrol were quiet, but the third day broke the monotony with a bang. They heard some shooting in the distance and rushed to aid the Whites who would be under attack. They were surprised when they saw what they were riding toward.Lieutenant Johnathon Mathews, recognizable by his guidon, and his patrol were surrounded by 30-40 Comanches, all riding around in a great circle and firing arrows at the soldiers. The soldiers were firing back, and were doing a better job of.