You bet your sweet ass I do. Obviously I said that to her in a much better version. She removed her blouse and her skirt to stand there in just her se...y pink bra and panties for me. I started taking pictures just as fast as I possibly could. Eventually Sister Agnes laughed and told me to slow down and to start taking quality pictures instead of just quantity. She said that I could take all of the pictures of her that I wanted too. She then started to pose for me all over the church basement. I know you love the stuff. My wife the orchestrator, overseeing the whole operation. I bet shes jerking off like a monkey, watching me eat shit. I move in and embrace the turd with my open mouth. Not so fast. Lay it on your tongue. I want to see it slide into your pig mouth. I cautiously slip my tongue under it and open my mouth wide. The bitter taste stings and numbs my tongue. The smell is so strong it makes me dizzy. Helga has started to push again and I can feel the turd slide over my. I was sixteen. She was sixteen. She had buxom breasts and a great ass that made guys drool. One day in algebra class, I happened to sit by her. She had on a short skirt that day. However, what I really noticed was her face. She had a look on her face that I could not believe. I instantly got erect. She was fondling herself under her skirt, biting her thick, near-perfect bottom lip. I tried my damnedest not to look. But to no avail, we locked eyes for a second.I looked away. She knew I was. Ben realized at that point that the evacuations by the Exploration Forces had worked all over the world exactly as they had at the Missouri Defense Line base; only the highest ranking officers and the Warriors had been taken. The situation must have been getting desperate, as he figured that four hundred shuttles would have brought more than four thousand people to the Luna Yards.Lt. Commander Davis' voice returned. "Okay, a few updates: the total population of the complete Luna Yards.