Fortunately, three of the volunteers had some experience in industry with planning, logistics, and intelligence gathering (!?!). He immediately asked ...ohn Gunther (planning), Roberta Grimm (logistics), and Helen Arthur (intel) to join in the planning for the raid.When they all enthusiastically agreed, Jim put them straight to work. Roberta was set to work hiring the additional troop carrying helicopters and Helen contacted June Locklear for any additional information she might have gathered on. “And when I return, I want your clothes gone.”Gingerly I got up and walked to the door, with more of a seductive sway in my hips than I thought I could muster. I locked it up, and then turned around expectantly. She did not disappoint.She had pulled off her green tank top, and the nice, full breasts that I had only glimpsed at through the peephole were now in full view. They were large and heavy, but suited her nicely. If she had worn a bra, it was nowhere to be seen.Her pants were on the floor. If my mother came home I would hear her pull up and have plenty of time to run upstairs.I laid on my back and pushed my shorts and briefs down around my thighs. My sizable cock sprung free, arcing upwards but not too hard yet. I opened the catalogue and quickly leafed through the first several pages, which were dedicated to swimwear. Lana may have been there but I did not care for swimwear. What really turned me on was underwear, bras and panties. I flipped rapidly through the catalogue until I. I hit play and turned up the volume. I could see now Ana, her thighs spread wide, offering him full access, as the black fingers went in and out of her cunt. My wife was moaning constantly, the pitch and volume of her moans changing in sync with the different touch of these filthy black fingers.The video ended in less than fifty seconds and I immediately replayed it. Then I listened up and heard him talking quietly, something I missed first time around and it became clear some of her moans were.