...Whenever there is a big bush fire, the service calls up its volunteers, organises them into strike teams and sends them out to fight. A strike team...is 5 trucks, each truck with nominally 5 crew, a command vehicle with 3 crew and sometimes a quickfill with 2 crew to supply the frontline trucks with water as quickly as possible. This is usually done by finding a river, creek or other water supply and pumping out of there and into the trucks.Generally speaking, the crew of each truck is from. The eyeshadow was next. First a lite blue, then, overthat, a soft gray with plum right under my eyebrows. Black eyeliner wenton the upper lids, then using a black pencil I traced under each eye,outlining my eyes. I hope this is right. I saw my mom has a few fashionmagazines on the vanity so I tried to match the girls' faces I saw inthem. I added a little bit of a very light pink blush then put on somelight pink lipstick. It was just enough to let it be known I was wearingsomething on my lips. I. Neither of us said another word to each other now. Only passion and lust was pulsing in our veins. It was an unspoken hunger between us, which had awakened between us. I pulled away for a moment gasping for air, she had me that worked up. Her eyes were bright and very large now as she looked up into my face. Even with a dark almost black sky from the storm outside me could see the fire in her eyes."My Lady!" I whispered"Hush," she softly sighed using my own words.She pulled me down completely. She calmed me down. "Oh baby, look at me all naked and flushed from what you did for me. Don't you like what you see?" Well, yeah, but..." I stammered."Now just stop," she ordered. "Take out your hard cock and stroke it until you cum all over your Mother's naked breasts."She started to sit up but I knew that wasn't good for her head, so I told her I would do it."Good!" she said. "I"ll just lay here while my strong, handsome son strokes his beautiful thick cock for me."I slowly slid my shorts.