.. You'd be sitting at the desk where your handlers had always barked orders at you, monitoring and directing movements. You'd never been a slouch, bu... still, this sort of position was usually reserved for spies with what you'd call "tenure," meaning they'd been around long enough to remember when typewriters were company equipment. It was no secret that this elite team was basically CEDIT's trump card; these agents were the ones you called in when the situation was too messy or too difficult. When I finished I found some Vaseline and coated it well, with a wet wash cloth I took it back to her.She was still laying there her legs spread and her fingers holding her lips open. I used the wash cloth to clean around her pussy and between the folds of her lips. I then carefully began to work the wet cloth up inside with my fingers .Since she was pretty stretched four fingers easily slid in along side the cloth.I pushed and pulled until she was getting dry, I then started with the toy.. 'They're fucking their own moms.'"What, Keisha. Are they fucking each other's moms?"I backed up a bit."You're cheesing, what the hell is going on in there?"I placed my palms on Gia's cheeks. "I was wrong; they are not doing it with each other's moms." Then what's the big deal, Keisha? You look like you just saw a ghost, but in a good way." They're fucking their own moms, Gia. London is down on her knees, giving her son head, and Pete has buried his face in Sandra's jugs. Fuck me, they're so. The “trigger” with regard to the Wehrmacht crossing the demarcation line from Occupied France into Vichy France was the reality of the American explosion of military power in Northern Africa, Greece and the likelihood that the United States forces would soon be invading the islands of Sicily, Corsica and beginning the long, hard slog up the “Boot” of Italy.Hitler, of course, became increasingly paranoid about the soft underbelly of Europe with the undependable Italians and the two-faced Vichy.