"Anyway, his date of death is indirectly confirmed, and that aligns with a period that I know he was on assignment. I've got his records, even the one... that are secret, and other information. There are references to special access records, but again, I can't get them. Even the normal records were strongly encrypted." She snorted. "Too bad that the government doesn't think the rest of us deserve to have our information protected as well as a dead man's." He was awarded a number of medals, and. She especially likes the feeling of being a slut and used like a sperm bank.Wanda and another slut friend, Josefina (Josie for short) went to a party dressed in tight skirts, silk blouses, dark thigh-high stockings and 5" black patent leather high-heeled pumps. They didn't wear any bras or panties and their nipples were nearly poking out through the silk material.At the party, the guys outnumbered the women by a ratio of about five to one. Every time Wanda or Josie would walk to the bar for a. She pulled back and gasped for air as Ash threw the bra onto the pile of wet clothing. He admired her small breasts and their pink nipples. He wanted to feel them, know them, taste them even. Then Misty kissed him again and Ash forgot about her breasts for a moment. He slid the hand that had undone her bra down her back and pressed it under her underwear, cupping her ass in his palm as he slid down further between her legs. Misty purred when she felt his hand on her lips. Ash could hear the. So hard for the face, the body, the lips I want to blast my nut all over. The point comes when I say that it is time to fulfill my goal and give myself pleasure. In the back of my mind are the girls that I have fucked, the moaning in their whimpering voices, and the pleas of there voice for me to cum and how great it will feel. At times I begin to slightly drool, still pumping my dick just fast enough. Rubbing the head of my cock, and pumping my cock in simultaneous rotation until ... oh my.