I unzipped my short then pulled her hand to my cock, Mother grabbed tightly on my thick meat then stroked on it. I lifted her left thigh up on the co...ch, spread wide her crotch, pulled her thin bikini panties to a side the slid my middle finger in to her swollen warm soaking wet hurry cunt. She moved lower hip up and down responded to my finger. The scene was a mind blowing, Mother stroke my hard cock while fuck my finger. ‘ Time to go for broke, either get some sweet pussy now or get kickout. The man was fighting a nineteenth century war in the twentieth century.The artillary was accurate than before. Rifles were easier to load and fire. Machine guns were plentiful with the ability that only one could cut down hundreds within minutes. Then there were poison gases, flame throwers, and later tanks. That was just the ground war. In the air, planes were more nuisances than war machines. Yes, there were dog fights as one tried to shoot down the other. Planes were also used to scout out. He was smitten, there was no question about it, even though she was wearing his breakfast which somehow only seemed to make her more attractive to him. ‘How far away am I?’ she asked, her voice shaking as if trying to find a way out of the inevitable. They had stepped out of the doorway and were now standing next to an empty table, which he suggested they sit down at and flagged down a waiter to get them two coffees while he pulled out his little pocket map of the city. ‘Hey, even I get turned. The intercepts - when all placed together - for the last six months was like a road map. A sentence here, a paragraph there - when connected they told the story. The only thing lacking was their war plan and a date when it was to happen.Were the massive Iranian military exercises the lead-in for their battle plan? I was willing to bet it was. Why else would they expend so much money when things were so desperate nationwide?When the drills were over, whatever they had in mind would not happen in.