A light meal, some TV, and off to bed. Mom and I shared her bed as usual while the Howard women took their slumber in mine.Breakfast was a simple meal...for all of us. Toast, jam, coffee, and gloating. I was not able to convince them to stop. Especially not Julia and Tabi. They felt positively ecstatic about the humiliation of the Pastor yesterday. Both also agreed they had enjoyed the best sleep in many months.I was not in a gloating mood. Far from it. Mom must have sensed my uncertainty as she. I would say she was around her mid-forties, she had some sticks of gray in her dark hair which she wore in a bun. Her body was firm, since she worked out an hour a day in the company gym. But everyone tried to stay away from her since she had an acid tongue. Anyone in the hallways that saw her coming would quickly step into a open door. I wonder what power she held since even the CEO and Board Members seem afraid of her as well.One day as I was scheduled to work the watch room I was stopped in. We should also tell him that we won't just limit it to the battle zones in Turkey, Spain and Italy, but we will begin using them in Iran as well."John Weston replied, "I will hold a press conference as soon as I get back to the Pentagon and I will announce that." Good. What about our air power? Why hasn't that been more effective? I thought that carpet bombing would at least slow them down, but it doesn't seem to be having any effect at all. Why not?" Our bombers have had to stay at higher. She stiffens as I begin savagely beating into her guts, enjoying feeling my dick meet her tunnels end. Her insides clamp down on me randomly as she seems to fight back an orgasm while digging her nails into my tender back."You better come for me you black whore?" I ask knowing it would be the right words to say to tip her over the edge, and as soon as they left my lips she explodes around me. her scream become deafening as proceed on. I find a sick pleasure in making her release a heavy grunt,.