I'll keep my boss, Jameson, happy so he can keep the Director off his back. And we'll need some special assistance to get us and our special delivery ...ackage into Mexico and onto a flight down to Chile."And just for FYI, you can plan on becoming damned travel-weary before we get to our seaport jumping off spot. It's about 1,450 miles from Lukeville to Mexico City. I figure we'll need three full days to make that run. Oh, another thing ... we won't be using the Toyota. We need to hand it off to. His cock hardened much quicker than I expected. He started thrusting into my hand; my tongue still licking his ass.I pulled away from his ass, and spun him around. As I jacked his cock, I looked up into his face. He was looking directly into my eyes.“I want more of that ass,” he said.“Anytime,” I answered. I stood, placed my hands on the counter and bent over. My face was against the counter top, and I bent my legs to lower my ass.Don stepped around behind me and started rubbing his cock. Her arching thighs met at her pussy, wet and swollen, pouting lips splayed.“Open wide," she instructed, “now you must drink your love from me."Fingers delved into her hole coaxing trickles of stringy sperm onto my waiting tongue. I gulped it down. It tasted of us both. She lowered herself, pressing her pussy to my mouth. I pushed my tongue inside, wriggling it, drawing out the last drops of my cum. She lowered her head to my loins and popped my flaccid cock into her mouth. Her hips worked over. He was caught, of course, and not only lost his scholarship but was kicked out of school.Billy was too smart to wait for the draft and be sent to Viet Nam... he would join the Marines and be an Embassy Guard. A friend of his from high school told him all about it — about how those foreign gals all went for that snazzy uniform. Yeah, it was for four years, not two, but what the hell, it was better than dying in some damn jungle.The Marines weren't what Billy expected. Oh, it wasn't the physical.