Though Browning hadn't explained himself to Jackson it was clear that he'd wanted to put his forces beyond the range of the Hummingbirds and Mosquitoe..., thus allowing them to secure their area and assemble in peace."That's what it looks like, General," Sprinkle said. "If they keep to their current rate of descent they're going to come down awfully close to the range of the 250s, not to mention our tanks." They couldn't possibly be that stupid, could they?" Jackson asked. "If they land in gun. It felt so right. I met his eyes and we stared into each-other as the excitement rose. With my other hand I took hold of his beautiful matted red hair and lost my fingers in it. He used his other hand to take some pre-cum from his dick and slather it onto my tight chest, working it onto my nipples and down under the 'ledge' of my pecs. It cooled instantly on my skin and felt amazing. I had to return the favour, and did, but I chose to rub my juices into his neck and part of his chin, coming so. "What the hell, Dad? You can't just make changes because you want to.That's still my body, you know!"We all turned to look at the commotion. My father entered the kitchenand grabbed a mug from the counter. He filled it to the top with coffeebefore turning around. Sometime between retiring for the night andgetting up this morning, he had removed every bit of metal from hisface. The eyebrow bars, the nose ring, the double lip piercings, andevery hoop in his ears was gone.Lydia marched over and. I didn't care. I was curled up against him, my head against my dad's chest, my hand on his stomach, just touching him. He had his left arm over my shoulder, along my side and he was resting it on my hip. That's all, just resting it there."Did you ever used to spank me?" I asked him, because I honestly didn't remember him ever doing it."Spank you?" He smiled and shook his head slightly. "I don't know where you come up with these questions, Sam."I giggled at that, feeling very happy that he.