“What’s going on?” the older boy asked.“Mommy’s been bad and I was punishing her,” Cody said, lifting the spoon, to display the moisture g...istening in its bowl. “But I think she likes it.”Bridgette started, embarrassed at her son’s suggestion and Dustin’s howl of laughter. She busied herself setting the table but Dustin stopped her after three plates. “You don’t need a plate,” he said. “You’ll be having cereal. Put some Fruit Loops in a bowl and bring them to me.”He stopped her again when she. Gwen is how I can only describe her as my ultimate dream granny. She’s tall around 5’6 and in great shape for her age with amazing long shapely legs, incredible peachy ass and the most mouth watering perfect sized tits. But even as sexy as all that sounds for me the most gorgeous thing about Gwen was her short silver hair which drives me crazy and her wrinkled face which she tried to cover up with heavy makeup which never fails to send me over the edge complete with lots of perfume.The minute I. I know Fred’s got your number. And you know what Sammy? I like a big man with a big cock. I just looooove to be stretched.” Shelley got up and went into a back room and I got up, tucked myself back in and walked to the bar where Fred was still reading his paper. I tossed him a ten. “Havin’ a good afternoon, Bookman?” said Fred with a wink. Apparently he wasn’t as engrossed in his paper as he’d looked. “Actually, Fred my man, I’m having a great afternoon.” As I walked out of the pub, I could. Our leaders vehemently denied such a device was even possible; let alone scrubby colonists from the edges of the Republic could make one. That definitely had to be the answer if THEY denied it THAT MUCH!Now came the real dilemma faced by all military commanders to let my troops die without knowing when or why or trust they will not freak out and murder us all. A real leader would not tell them anything and let them suffocate in this type of situation. Hell, I'm no real leader and I only got to.