" I will have that information for you in a few hours. Are you going to be home?" I don't know, call my cell number 407-555-6969." Luck number." I alw...ys thought so. Talk with you latter, bye. Give my best to Annie and Sandy" Latter, will do."We took everyone to the Hospital just to make sure everyone was OK. The FBI would not let us go home, it was a crime scene.As we were leaving I called Hilda to make sure she was OK."Hilda, the house was attacked this afternoon. Is everything OK?" We are. "Fuck me, Brad." Fuck me, Marty." Fuck me, Troy!"And Nikki said:"Jack... Will you?"Yes.They started fucking.Brad started to fuck Amy, on her fours.Marty started to fuck his cousin's ass.Troy couldn't believe how easily Matt's asshole opened around his cock. And how good it felt.Oh, Sarah saw it! Matt Parker was amazing!And Jack started to fuck Nikki, who licked Laurie's pussy.Sally and Nat were the only ones still doing 69 by then. But they had no intention to change. It felt so good. Their. I’d stick around, but I have to get over to a landing zone.”One of the men who was hanging down shouted after him, “You’re supposed to tell us what to do.”Colonel Naff did not look happy, probably for the simple fact that he wasn’t happy. He had been hearing bad things all morning. He’d heard that someone had sabotaged the parachutes and that his men had spent the entire morning repairing them. One of his men had collapsed on the firing range. On the drive out here, he had learned that another. Even the usual tiresome rigmarole at the airport went more smoothly than normal and in no time Jill was at the wheel of the hire car heading for her favourite place on earth - the Costa del Sol. Forty minutes later she pulled into the familiar car port built underneath the three-story villa and climbed the four flights of stairs onto the pool terrace leading to the front entrance. The weather was brilliant and she wanted to get into the sun as quickly as possible but she was hungry and tired.