He left behind his wife Michelle and 2 young c***dren. George had run a local business selling computer products before his passing. He had done quite...well for himself owning a large house and always driving the newest model cars. Michelle was only 37, she was a stay at home mum who had always led the easy life due to George’s business. Too young to be a widow, people kept telling her. She looked even younger due to her athletics training and youthful facial features; she was 5 foot 3 with long. Brian then announced his impending ejaculation and I watched intently as I saw the twitch of his cock and the tell-tale impulses pouring through the hard meat. As he withdrew on each stroke a little more of his white sticky goo flowed out until he pulled his cock from her cunt completely. The cum flowed out and I dived in to lap it up like a cat with a saucer of milk. When I had a nice mouthful, I left my position and scurried to the head of my friend where I kissed her with a full open mouth. Coming back up we had a couple of lobsters and a small Cobia, just enough for the three of us. Kathy by that time had showered and was wearing a beach cover-up but with nothing else on. As we grilled dinner Kathy turned some easy listening music up on the stereo and broke out the wine. As the sun began to set below the horizon I stated that this was the life. Fifty miles out in the Gulf life was different. There was a whole new set of rules that made everything different from being on shore.. The Sarge had pulled himself to the barns high wall and through a broken plank he could see into the courtyard. The bugs were loading the huge howitzer with the shell like cocoons. He saw one wriggle as it was lifted carefully into place and he had an awful feeling something or someone was inside it. Moments later with a deafening roar the pod cleared the muzzle traveling incredibly fast. He had heard about projects involving 'rail guns' designed to launch satellites. These were electromagnetic.