Maybe they would point us toward other targets. It looked to me like we really needed to find more ISIL members to question, but we did at least have ... starting point.Oops! Here's an oddity. Who ever heard of a place called "Honey Bee?" There was a shipment of 4,500 typewriter ribbons and 20 cases of cigar lighter flints. Now that was a weird shipment to go with the crazy location. It sounded to us that the typewriter ribbons were cartridges for an AK-47 and the flints were RPGs. The problem. My hubby always did what I liked.We did not want any more k**s.To long story short .The boys grew up .left to go to usa,and one went to Canada .They did not want know us .when i was 54 we sold the shop .We wanted enjoy life , my hubby knew i always wanted women.So we wanted to swing .Before that i had boobs done to 38dd .i always was slim but boobs were flat .i looked still young at that age .i looked more in my fortys than fiftys .we used to watch lot of lesbian porn.when just about to. Picking up the pace, the table moved as my buddies cock pushed the barmaid over the edge and she climaxed, grunting like a pig looking down at the table. When she lifted her head again, my fat veiny cock was out of my pants and semi-hard poking at her face. The barmaid opened her mouth, and I fed my shiny bell end into it. My buddy pushed his knob hard into her, and my cock disappeared into her throat banging on the back of her mouth making her gag and cough.The barmaid griped my cock with her. ?No you don't," she says placing one hand on Chrissy's crotch. ?You arethe sissy slut who I made... you are my creation. Remember the uselessboy who lusted after my brother? The one I turned into a hungry cocksucking slut? The one I helped train??Chrissy nods looking flushed.?In fact I'm being nice... just think, you there in your virginal whitewedding dress, and that's a joke for a start, walking up infront of allthe relatives, the normal people, the priest... and I'll be right behindyou....