“Yes sir, she is in the office. We were just preparing to leave,” I told him. He hurried into the office, while I went to inform the Marines and g...t the Partners and Miranda. Returning a few minutes later, we were met in Bay 1 by the Colonel and the Chief Investigator.“Change of plans, Captain,” she told me. “It seems that the rebels were active in the city last night, and Investigator Henderson believes they may be waiting for us to show up at the Air Wing Headquarters.“Scramble the Marines.. C’mon, this one’s good. No, this one’s great,” she giggled, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction. She wasn’t anywhere near as drunk as she wanted to appear, but those few swigs of tequila she’d taken sure helped those giggles come out. Much better, more natural-sounding, than the ones she’d rehearsed earlier. This was a brilliant plan after all.It was just after the San Michaels Homecoming dance, which neither Brian nor Emily had attended, and all the friends they had in town had gathered for. "I felt and saw her natural juices moistening those delicious lower lips as my fingers moved to part them and reveal the pinkness and her clit. My tongue flicked back and forward across it and her hips rose to meet my efforts. Her breathing was a series of grunted gasps while her hand worked furiously at my cock."What can I do? What can I do? Oh, it's—" I had quickened my movements, occasionally touching my tongue at her wet entry. Her head began thrashing and she almost howled, "I'm going to. But Becky, being Becky, was able to find a bright spot even in that. "They gave me some Demerol in my IV," she told me, nostalgia in her eyes. "Talk about a killer high."Our normal routine was to apply the sunblock to our bodies in the kitchen, covering all exposed areas of skin before we went out to saddle the horses. Today, however, when I opened the pantry to get the family size bottle of sunblock that usually sat there, it was gone. I turned to Becky, who was behind me, to see if she'd.