The sky never got brighter than a deep brownish-red."You were lucky to get discharged when you did," Robert Cameron said one night. He was on leave an... had come over to share a few beers with Heinlein.Heinlein said nothing. He was fairly certain being left with a face like the Frankenstein's monster's ugly kid brother in no way qualified as 'lucky'."They're finding whole new levels of shit-hole to post the grunts now," Cameron continued.Fucking politicians, Heinlein thought. Always getting. I quickly rush to the door to look around, just to make sure my brother wasn't home yet. I knew he was going to be home soon so if I was going to do this, I had better do it fast. Max follows me and again shoves his nose under my fluffy tail. I give a little whimper as I close the door. I then go over to the bed and sit on the edge, facing Max.My heart pounds as he comes over and tries to force his way between my knees. I'm still not too sure about this. Max paws at my legs, and I finally. "I've got a better idea, McCabe," he said, "why don't we both fuck her?"Hugo didn't wait for McCabe to answer, he positioned himself as comfortably as he could on the ground, the heat of the scorched earth beating into his back, and held his cock upwards. Lady Sarah grinned as she parted her labia with her hands and began to slide down onto her grandson's pole, facing towards him and falling forward, pressing her hands on his chest for support. Her big tits swayed enticingly in front of Hugo's. Has he not known that she was twenty-two, he would have sworn that she was just a kid. Actually, he knew some kids that had better bodies than Ms. Sharon Weaver. Her sensible business suit and sensible shoes made her look as though she was playing ‘dress-up’ in her Mommy’s clothing. For his part, he was wearing a pullover long sleeve shirt and blue jeans. No one gives a shit what you look like on these long flights, might as well be comfortable. Plus that, if you dress nicely, panhandlers at.