”“I can’t believe I stood here and felt no guilt having my cock in your mouth. What are we going to do? I’m still feeling the urge, and damn i.... I have another hard-on.”“I’m feeling it too. You need to fuck me, Phil. It’s the only way. Otherwise, we will be so aroused we will torture each other and masturbate until we do.”“Really, Mom. Are you sure that’s what we need to do?”“Yes, damn it. That’s what we have to do. I want to do it. I need to do it. Please, Phil, I need a cock in me. I sucked. Dan hastened forward to meet with the leader of the Iraqi Police unit who's path they had crossed. The past year had seen him learn enough of the local dialect to exchange information with the senior police officer, whose English was on a par with Dan's Arabic. Neither force had seen anything suspicious.He shook hands with the Iraqi officer and they wished each other good fortune as they parted. Dan admired the Iraqi forces, especially the police, who took hard licks and heavy casualties. And as they got older, training. Something better than what they had before. I doubt if most of them believed me. But they would work with me in return for the immediate goodies I was offering. All they had to do was let me know what was going on.I knew that time was running out. and that, at best, we were only half prepared. I got on the station wide comms and reminded everyone, When the Pirates dock, they’ll be short of fuel and supplies. The name of the game is going to be time. Time for. "As the guy came into view, I saw it was Jake, the least favorite of my brother's friends. He was about 5' 8" with blonde hair that was buzzed short. His face was round and dotted with small, dark brown eyes and a small mouth with thin lips. Unlike the other guys who had the decency to be polite in public, Jake was a boorish, rude asshole who didn't care about anyone. He was always getting into trouble and even my parents wouldn't let Carl hang out alone with Jake."Can I get some of that?" Jake.