How could I explain to my parents I'd killed a man? My dad had always said military types were all about recklessly murdering people. I'd never beli...ved that, and my whole experiences up until that point had proved him wrong. The men and women I worked with hated killing anyone and did so only when we had to. Then I went killed Steve and became his perfect example. I'd been willing to kill whoever was in that shack just to save my own life. I was the worst example of a soldier, and killed. Then she nodded and carefullyplaced the right breast on William."Hold that in place," she instructed her daughter as she took the leftbreast, made a few judgements about its placement, then carefully placedthat one on him as well. "Hold that one, too," she said as she steppedout of the way."For how long?" Angela asked.Her mother shrugged. "The can says fifteen seconds, but why don't youhold them in place for a minute or so." Ok," Angela smiled down at her brother. "You know, when I woke up. I could feel my passion burning deep in me as I started to rub my clit with my free hand. I was in heaven as I felt my orgasm building up deep in me. I threw my head back letting out a high pitched squeal of pleasure I grabbed my hard clit as I squirted so hard almost falling to the ground. Luckily he was there to catch me again as I released stream after stream of clear hot liquid all over the place. It was raining down on me too I could feel it dripping from the seat. I felt like I just got. ‘I don’t need to ask how you’re doing.’ Her weak smile was teasing. ‘Dean said to tell you thanks for letting him sleep last night.’ ‘Hey, he works hard, needs a good night’s sleep. Besides, she warned me of the consequences.’ He scooped a piece of egg on his toast. Kate smiled wider then sobered. ‘He was wondering too, were you two drinking last night?’ Harley looked at her in surprise. ‘No. You know I don’t drink more then a couple beers when I and Keni are out…’ He wasn’t going to risk any.