”“Mr. Reese, I’m Major General Franks of the US Space Force. I guess I am the Commandant. I got a call from the White House this morning saying ...hey would like to structure the Space Force like the Marine Corps, put it under the Air Force, but keep it as a unit that the president can call out to help protect the world in a minute.”“Did he call out the Space Force for this battle?” Cecille asked.“The President was in a 775 acting as my wingman and the President of Russia was on the other side of. I felt my wild pubes mixing in with the lube as she rubbed up and down. I was already breathless. “Take this off…” she whispered, pulling at my night shirt and panties. In seconds I was completely naked, laying back in the beanbag as she softly kissed my nipples. the warmth of her body on top of me felt wonderful, though still a little shocking to feel this kind of touch from my female bestie. She parted my legs, looked up at me smiling, then down at my labia, which hung loosely open, already. But surprisingly I strangely enjoyed it. Not because I was aroused by it, that I certainly was not, but there is nothing like a sixty-year-old couple fucking each other's brains out like wild animals to break the ice. When that is the scene you have in front of you, it puts into perspective the insecurities you have about yourself and how they can be ridiculous. All I could think was that in someway I envied them, to have the confidence to make love with each other at their age in front of. You're determined not to let him dictate your vacation.Nevertheless, while this treatment was commonplace, the actual bizarre thing happened as you stepped out of the vehicle. You caught his smile in the mirror. He didn't try to hide it, and you don't know what he meant with it. While it didn't seem to hide some bad intentions, it didn't reflect any good ones either. But thinking too much over it is unlike you.He's gone, and you're by yourself for now.You take a deep breath, wipe the sweat on.