”“I see. I don’t suppose you know where they’re being held, do you?”“Our best intel has them being held in the Presidential Palace, as hos...ages against air and naval gunnery attack.”“What happens if they’re not there any longer?”“Then we still get the reinforcements, go get the Soviet troops that are holed up on the south side of the island and defending there, link up, and wipe out Fidel’s government. Once that’s done, we and the Soviets pull back to here, and let the free people of Cuba. " Henry's a cyclist?" Yeah, he was pretty serious about it once..." She turned her head to watch the cyclist as they passed by. "He'd go out every Saturday with a group of people and they'd ride a hundred miles or so." Jesus, he must be in great shape." Yeah," she said dryly. "Bicycles bore the hell out of me, to tell you the truth. Always breaking down, and when they're not broken, you've got to fiddle with them to keep them tuned just right. The tires go flat all the time." I know, I had one. He is surprised to see a pair of rather large breasts encased in a modest white bra. Well shaped. He tried to remember what he could about her. Her name was Helen and she was a quiet nurse, had been there for a long while and single as long as he could remember. He was surprised he had never noticed the curves he was glimpsing now. As she leans over him to adjust some of the machinery a devious thought enters his mind as he notices her struggling with it. Deftly he begins opening the buttons. I went to my hands and knees willingly. I reached between my legs to guide him into my hot slippery body opening. I needed his cock and didn't want to waste even a second while he tried to find the opening.I felt his cock slip through my lips and begin to move inside me. Every inch he went in raised my excitement level. I was riding giant waves of lust as my body worked its way toward orgasm. I felt Martin's body pressed as tightly against me as it was possible for him to do. He was trying to.