“Lemme show you.”When she left the living room, I expected her to come back with show and tell; her iPhone clutched in her hand. Nope. Sia returne..., now dressed in a nightshirt, white with a yellow and blue daisy print.She smiled at me, her strange but beautiful eyes twinkling. Standing in front of me, she reached under her nightshirt and peeled her panties down and off.“Here,” she offered, soft plain white panties dangling from her fingers.I took them, suddenly turned on. They were thin. We must of had twenty or so girls up talking to us, but neither of us seemed really that interested in them, strangely cos I love pussy, maybe it was the drink or the d**gs but I felt something, some sort of friction between Tim and I, I really couldn't put my finger at what it was. It wasnearing closing time and I suggested it was time for me to go, I didnt have a jacket nor did Tim, so we just made our way to the door, out onto the street we stumbled, maybe it was the air, but I suddenly. It felt amazing, leaning against the wall while she licked and sucked my cock, sucking out the precum like a girl on a mission when suddenly I heard what sounded like a moan.Julie didn’t notice and kept on sucking me off, starting to go faster and deeper when behind her back I saw someone quietly step out of the shadows of the hall and into the doorway. It was my ex, staring at me with one hand up her little dress, her mouth open and her cheeks flushed. Julie didn’t notice and kept swirling her. Far more time was spent scouring all possible leads and clues within and without the former nuclear-armed satellite states of the Soviet Union. This task seemed impossible, given the long years, the many layers of military and political authority that both concealed and controlled the weapons. No one could be certain of the accounting, the disposition, or even the whereabouts of every single one of the thousands upon thousands of the deadly warheads of all shapes and sizes that had been the.