"The good news is that there's a consensus about where Steve would likely be held. Everyone thinks he'll be taken north as far as possible, which isn'... all that far with our planes and drones looking for them. Most of the so-called experts think Steve must be within a hundred miles of Baghdad, and probably north." Let's set up about a hundred miles north, then," reasoned Gwen. "We have some helicopters already hired to carry us to our final destination. You know the general area where I want to. When I carried it back in and handed it to her' she had brought herself under control a bit and accepted with the glimmer of a smile. “I’m sorry for the outburst, but everything’s been getting on top of me recently. Andy’s always out at work, or sleeping off nights, and the girls ….” Her voice trailed off as she dissolved into tears again.“I … just … can’t … cope … anymore” And with that she leapt to her feet, knocking the tea all over the floor. “YOU can tell him ... I’ve gone to my Mothers. She was unaware he had come back downstairs. She spins around facing him. Her natural modesty and shyness taking back over she covers her breasts with her left arm and still wet pajama bottoms and grabs her shirt from the cushion with her right hand pressing it against her crotch. She notices he has a grin on his face. It’s not piss by the way he says it’s called squirt I googled it. it means you really liked what we were doing and I must be pretty good too. His grin widens to a massive smile. Vic had no trouble swallowing this amount.Jocko kept plowing the brown road.Vic kept sucking. I had no more cum and now my dick couldn’t stay hard. Jocko had fucked the fuck out of me.Vic stopped sucking and moved out from under me.Finally, gloriously, beautifully, painfully Jocko did his grunt, grunt, grunt and he was done. Cum shot out of my ass, he'd shot so much into me. When he pulled out of me as we collapsed together on the chaise as cum kept flowing out of my ass tract. The satyr was.