I want you to start implementing those plans, but be prepared to stop if the situation improves," ordered the Commander in Chief. "I don't want Makhto... capturing any of our nukes. That madman would definitely use them if he had them. I would like to keep this war non-nuclear if we possible can."She then turned to Stewart Butterfield from the National Security Agency. "What type of radio traffic have you been able to intercept from the Iranians?" It was earily quiet in the twelve hours before. Dawson was a handsome black guy, tall and muscled; my sweet wife had put her eyes on him; but she told me for sure that she had not fucked him…yet…As they arrived, I poured them some drinks.My sexy Ana was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose flannel shirt and a jacket, since she said the evening was a bit cold. As Matt hugged her, he said that she looked hot in these tight jeans.Ana giggled, looking at Dawson; but the black guy just stared at her from head to toes and he said. “I get that, and we’ll be exploring that possibility in the living together,” I said. “I need something permanent too. Are you the one? Are we compatible, made for each other? I’m, well, I’m just not sure, Madeleine. And, that’s for sure no knock on you. But . . . “I mean look at it. You were married to my brother, who cuckolded me and married my wife, and now I’m considering and you’re considering that we marry. Strange is not even the half of it. And, there are other things,” I said. “I see,. We were just having fun in the sun on a perfect beach day. I went over to the bag to get myself another beer and I heard ‘Wild Thing’ come on the radio. I turned it up after grabbing the beer and started to sing along with the radio.“Wild Thing, I think I love you. But I want to know for sure.”As I sang the words rather exuberantly, I quickly raised the beer up right in front of Debbie’s face and popped the top. I guess I raised it too quick, because the beer splattered all over Debbie,.