Suenee kissed me some before we retired to our individual cots, but that was all that we did that night.“Rise and shine in there, Baker,” I heard ...he next morning. “Say do you know that you have a holy man sleeping on top of your bunker?” Sgt. Ingles asked.“Yes, he doesn’t sleep inside,” I answered.“Better him than me,” Ingles said. “I like my creature comforts, like walls and a roof.”We were all soon up and went to wash our faces and brush our teeth, not to mention a pit stop.A number of the. It was no longer fashionable to call cops, “pigs” or to accuse a cop of police brutality just for merely arresting a bad guy on the street and putting him or her into the back off the police car. There was always that ten percent that would never find anything good to say about a cop and the ten percent that thought they walked on water, but the vast majority of Americans always harbored a benign acceptance of all law enforcement as a tool to maintain order in all areas of society.Better late. I felt Amy try to slip her tongue into my mouth so I let her in happily. Soon I was drying Amy off and she was leading me to her room. Amy laid on her bed and looked up at me with pleading eyes. I told her to relax and that it wont hurt too much. Amy smiled and spread her legs as far as they would go. I gently rubbed her clit and sucked on her tiny tits, which made her gasp with pleasure. I could feel her pussy start to moisten, so I decided to try and slip a finger in. I told Amy to take a. When mom found out that her little baby was fucking, she was so happy. She started taking interest in how Becca could grow up to be a better slut, and so far she had done a fantastic job. The little slut had given head to nearly all the boys in her grade, she’d fucked half the guys in my grade, and regularly came home late because she was being used behind some dumpster, or in the back of one of her teachers’ cars. Becca probably had an equal appetite for cum that mom did, and was even fonder.