Channels were changed ... scramble put in effect. A few words were spoken conforming to protocol. ID numbers exchanged and the conversation began."Sir... some manner of effluent was dropped or dumped on F-22 aircraft assigned to Hickam on or about 2005. The very vileness of the effluent precludes accidental discharge and the accuracy of the attack predicts a new delivery system. To survive I had to ... Oh, sorry Colonel Hansen ... flight command pilot, Hickam, Hawaii. To reiterate I had to. Instead, after perhaps an hour, I gently extricated myself from her clutches and quietly searched for my clothes, aware of the smell of her sex and my spunk as it dried on my skin. I left Alice snoring at around two in the morning and returned home, hoping that Denise would be asleep. She wasn’t. I suppose she heard the key in the lock. She was kneeling on the bed as she had been taught, knees apart, head up, back straight and her hands clasped behind her. Her steady gaze tore. Her “torturer” was talking to her. Saying something about how bad she wanted it and how he was going to make her wait and beg for it. It was just perfect because that was my attitude as well. I would go from finger fucking her fast to slowly rubbing her clit in circles to a fast up and down on her clit, not spending too much time with one thing. It was definitely building because she really started panting. The dude in front of us was no longer watching the movie. His head was directed at us.. ”“Your parents. My parents. Might be a shock. No, maybe not. Mom and Dad watched me crash and burn out of the first marriage. I don’t think they’ll kick. They love me. My sister will figure it’s just me being me.”“I can see where my people might turn colors. Tradition was what got me in an arranged marriage. You know I said I’ve kind of been persona non grata since the divorce.”“So you would really cause havoc if you show up with a white boy.”“I dunno. I never explored that idea.”“Awww, Sunny.