" Yea. He's not so special." But he's so good in bed," protested Brenda thinking about the best things of Brad."So if you get a bad husband, find a g...od lover." You're too good for him." He's boring and nerdy." He'll always be fucking your sister."That last one did it. Jealous Brenda exploded and started hitting Brad with her fists. All four women crowded in and started beating Brad. He was in a purely defensive posture. Amy was afraid to move, her wrists were still tied behind her back. General Wilson never gave us a chance to ask her how she knew that Phil Rasmussen, whose body I currently inhabited, had been promoted to Major and both ladies elevated from Sergeant to Lieutenant. “I am so glad to see you up and around. You looked like Hell yesterday and I wondered if you would even wake up for another day, or so.”He came around his desk and ushered us into chairs that looked like they were assembled just for our meeting. General Wilson looked young, but I have never heard of. He would have been if Liz hadn't stopped me. I looked at what I thought was a piece of shit and called his wife. "Rena, you come and get Bob and take him to the emergency room. If you need help, get some of his buddies. I want him out of here and it better happen soon, before I get mad enough to start in on him again." I slammed the phone down.Ten minutes later Rena, Bing and George arrived. Bob was laying on the floor groaning and wasn't coming around at all. He was hurting. I don't know how. “Think of home, Jaz,” she whispered. Her hand rubbed up her thigh once more before Jasmine began to slowly open them. “Good girl,” Gracie whispered as her hand crept inside her thighs. She began to kiss Jasmine’s neck as her hand started to rub the insides of her thigh, just missing her bare, shaven pussy lips. Gracie could feel the warmth radiating from Jasmine as she stroked closer to her pussy. She began to push Jasmine back onto the bed, her lips moving to hers. For the first time Jasmine.