"The Renmark officers had kept heir ears open and, suspecting a lively meeting, didn't need a specific invitation.The lounge was as crowded as it woul... have been in its heyday. The Warrant Chef had the urns primed, loaded and ready to dispense.Higgins took the chair, the Flock to his right and the Renmarks to his left. He exercised his privilege of rank and led with the question on every Manticorian minds,"Aggy, justification for HCL main armament."McCock looked absolutely startled which caused. He'd kept the smaller prop plane he'd had for years despite qualifying and often piloting the larger jet that cost twenty times as much to fly on a per hour basis. I learned some of the details about Kim also being a pilot, and a few other analytical skills she had been too modest to mention.Ron said at one point, referring to our earlier discussion, "Jim, I'm over sixty and some of the zip has left the corral – on some days much of it. I mention this because Kim is peaking sexually as I'm. Wendy soon reappeared, wearing a thin light blue nightie that left little to the imagination. She stood between her boys urging them to cuddle her closer. She smiled at them, as their eyes took in her nipples partially showing. Her arms went around rubbing their backs for a moment as they watched Abby and Tiffany with Tina.“Watching them is making me very horny,” she mentioned, turning, either way, to press at tit against each boy. Wendy adjusted her pose and taking Jake’s right hand, boldly. "Oh and don't forget your ticket." I looked down as he slipped a paper ticket in my hand, the kind you'd get at the DMV or a supermarket Deli. With ticket in hand I followed the dimly lit hallway to a door with several other guys waiting. Next to the door was a digital sign that read "Now serving.." with a Green digit L.E.D counter. A bell rang out and the number changed "Now Serving 37." I looked at my ticket and that was my number. "That's weird, shouldn't they go in order." "There is no.