“I agree,” said JR. “Thanks, Lori. I will e-mail the one we choose so you can print and frame it for my grandparents like we discussed.”“Alw...ys glad to help you out, JR. Goodbye Mr. and Mrs. Harper.”It wasn’t until Lori had left the apartment that JR realized that she had ignored Rockie entirely, almost like she wasn’t even present. He hoped that Rockie hadn’t been offended by being ignored, but she seemed not to have noticed Lori much either. Maybe it’s a girl thing, he thought…Rockie had. “Nah, hop on the gun.”She walked around to the rear of the vehicle, then the Rookie felt the suspension sag as she clambered aboard, the Warthog threatening to tip. She spun the mounted gun so that it was facing forwards, having to crouch to use it, but otherwise having enough room to stand. Alba was heavy, but there were variants of the M-12 that were configured as troop carriers, able to seat twelve people. If it could carry a dozen Marines in full gear, then it could carry a Brute too.He. No Copyright Infringement is intended! story is pure fiction and bears no resemblance to anyone in real life. purely an erotic fantasy. Hello friends, hope you are all well and enjoying your life. Myself, little fat guy with somewhat good look, good dressing sense but little attractive. Without wasting time and spoiling your mood lets start the story. This is story of my being lucky to have fun with sexy married colleague. About my married colleague, she is 35 but looks 25 and have awesome. When I was fifteen my mother asked me to devote several summer Saturdays to helping a neighbor friend of hers clean up her garage and back yard. The friend had lost her husband a couple of years before and she had not been motivated to keep things up around the house.Now, I can't be sure, and I certainly never discussed it with my mother, but I think she probably knew what would happen. My mom wasn't stupid. She knew about the hormones that drive a boy my age. She also knew I had been.