"Hey, have you ever done the 'Impossible Sit-Up' challenge yet, Sam?" Hannah asked, holding her dark blue towel on her milky thighs."No, what's that?"...I intrigued."It's where you lay flat on the ground and try to do a sit up while someone is holding your head down with a towel across your face," She began to explain, "it's really impossible to do, but you have to try it!" Er, ok sure," I agreed, "I'm up for that challenge." Great!" She beamed with a smile, "Hey girls, Sam's going to try the. "Is all this cloak and dagger stuff really necessary?" I asked John Carpenter when we finally got into my room."I don't know Gil, you tell me? I've been hired to ensure that you are still alive in seven days time. Now, if someone is worried enough about your health to lash out for all this security, do you think that it isn't necessary? Mr Harcourt seems to think that someone has already tried to kill you once. Are you willing to take that chance?" I think Harcourt is most likely exaggerating. President," General Adamson assured him. "We anticipate no problems that we can't handle, and we certainly expect no outside interference. As I've explained, we'll be using a flight of five stealth bombers, and that is a double-guarantee for us, as no one should be maintaining high-angle radar watch over the ocean or the south continent. Our greatest exposure will be the air tankers, and they'll be outside anyone's territorial limits and nowhere near the target continent."Very well, General.. Purnima gasped with the force of his cock pounding into her accepting cunt.The throbbing of his prick seemed to radiate throughout the expanse of her crotch, burning the hairy lips of her stretching cunt in the most beautiful way. “Oh, God! Oh, my God!”, Purnima sobbed, climbing her thighs up and down her son’s pounding hips. She banged her heels on his bunching ass, yelping and squealing with delight. They thrashed about on the bed. “Oh, Mom, Mom!”, Raja gasped, driving his cock deep into her.