“We can’t be more than a day behind this one.”“It’s over,” Ben added, relaxing back into his seat. “They can’t outrun us, they can’t...out-fight us, and they can’t hide. If it wasn’t for the storm and the MASTs, we could destroy all of the remaining carriers with a single orbital bombardment.”“Did we get any new orders?” Mizi asked.“No,” he replied. “We stay the course, confirm the location of our target, then shadow it until the artillery company comes into range.”“What do you think the Rask. I was just 17 at the time, just having passed my driving test, I was driving all over the place. However driving my little car, was costing me an arm and a leg. I started to stop using my car so irrationally just to save on fuel, and asked my neighbours if I could catch a lift with them.As my last story explained, my house is in the middle of two milfs and I tried them first to get a lift. I tried Mrs Jacobs, but she was unsure because she would have to go out of her way... But Caroline (Mrs. “Let me see” I said. Luckily Trudy's legs were wide spread in her preventing of our leaving, so my hand found enough space to join Bobby's between her legs. I inserted a finger into Trudy right along with Bobby's. Both of us working our fingers in and out of what felt like hot butter between her legs. She is quite tight and when turned on, her pussy functions well, oozing out a good supply of her sex juice.I noticed a slight pumping of Trudy's hips, offering her insides to our fingers. He lashes her ass, her thigh, her chest, her waist as he circles her, each blow sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins, making her cry out for more, pushing her climax back the tiniest bit and doubling its force as she nods her helpless acquiescence.“Good. Will you do something for me, Slave?”“Anything!” she cries desperately.“I want you to climax for me. Nice. And loud.” With that he slaps her roughly between the legs, his hand crushing her peach in his palm,.