It was Donald Rumsfeld, the Flemings' Deputy Security Chief."You told me the old man had been given details of Excelsior. They're top professionals, t...ey would have made things difficult," said the voice."Well they're haven't been hired and they won't be if I have anything to do with it." What about that Swan character?" Haven't seen hide nor hair of him. He's long gone." Good. Now the cops have gone we'll set things up for tomorrow night."The voices then went on to discuss their plan of. Her thighs closed around my head and her moans grew louder, and she called out to God in her pleasure.I felt the orgasm build, her body trembling beneath my tongue, the thighs squeezing closer on my head and her pussy pulsing around my fingers as she let forth one final, shuddering cry.I felt her body slump beneath me, but kept licking at her clit, although I withdrew my fingers. Sara's panting was mingled with her kind words of thanks and praise."My God, Chris...that was fucking amazing!" I. I never had that much inside of me before and it was real too. After that I faded in and out. I woke up the next morning alone with a splitting headache I staggered to the bathroom after a long piss I noticed a note taped to the mirror. It was from her and said, “After all the excitement last night I decided to let you sleep it off. Give me a call when you wake up.”I called her up she asked, “So how are you this morning?” I said ok except for a headache. She said, “I left some pills on the. They inherited it from their dad.My name is John S Binder Jr. Everyone called me Spud. It seemed as though everybody had a nickname, some were of the sort that children best not be caught repeating.It was on a cloudy Friday late into the fall of the year when a group of men showed up in a truck. I didn't like their look nor the things they said. They were crude in the way they talked and their actions. One man decided to pee on the back tires of the truck, he saw me staring with my eyes wide.