We also thought it bad PR to kill a woman, especially since we were mostly environmentalists working to preserve life. That was fine with our security...guys, as most of them had had their fill of killing in their former jobs in Iraq or Afghanistan. Once you’ve seen civilian casualties, you really did not want to see another dead non-combatant. For the next two weeks our beautiful stranger eluded our every plot. None of her damage was insurmountable, but it was delaying our operation. We had to. ” “Ok, girls, let’s sit down here and have a good talk. Brenda, you know that Sarah has told me everything that’s been going on since you initiated having sex with your dad.” “I know Pappa, he was supposed to be using condoms any time we had sex. But we both got caught up in passion and he didn't use one. I was hoping that I was still in my safe period." “Brenda,” Sarah said, “look at me and pay attention! Think of your biology classes, they covered all of this and also during sex-ed. You know. The priestess ate her noisily, slurping up juices, moaning in delight. Her hands squeezed Mary's ass. I groaned, staring at Helena's butt wiggling by my head. I could smell her spicy juices.I moved my hand and stroked her ass. I gave her a squeeze before sliding lower and pressing my fingers to the wet heat between her thighs. I rubbed up and down her pussy lips then pushed my fingers into her depths.“Yes,” Helena moaned into Mary's pussy.“Mmm, finger her twat and then let me taste her,” moaned. This was a leftover nervous 'tic', if you will, from a tour of duty in Vietnam. After all this time we still maintained our rituals. I think we both noticed it based on the little curious half smile that I saw cross Gretchen's pretty face.We sat silently for a long minute and my mind went back, despite my best efforts, to the last time I saw this lovely woman who is my ex-wife.We lived in a small town in Connecticut and I thought we were a happily married couple. My wife had seemed distant for.