Jo opened her father’s drawers, and they both laughed at his Y fronts. Then she shoved her hand under the mattress, where she found an old porno mag... She sat on the floor flicking through the pages, the girls were hot, Sam sat beside her and they read one or two of the readers’ wives letters. Both were slightly embarrassed, although they both found the stories erotic, neither would admit it, and both laughed them off.Sam started rooting in his mother’s drawers, pulling out a pair of her silky. “I don’t give a tork what you like being called, groundie,” he interrupted. “You and the rest of you peons get the tork off this aircraft! We can’t unload it until you’re clear and the pilots need to be back in the air in twenty-minutes. So move! Move!”They moved, passing one by one through the door the sergeant had come through and working their way between the hydrogen tanks and cargo boxes and the starboard wall of the fuselage. The sergeant followed behind them, extolling them quite loudly. .. so human squatting there on the floor.She told him, "I know you'll probably burn those prints as soon as you can. Or maybe you and Bobby will want to jerk off to them first!" She got a thrill of satisfaction just saying it and using that term to him. "Just remember, I have the negatives and they are somewhere you'll never get them. I promise I won't show the pictures to anybody as long as... you... do... whatever... I... say." She drew the last few words out dramatically. Realization of his. It happens a lot in these circumstances. "How about you," she asked casually, "do you have any c***dren?" "Oh, yes," he proudly said, "three k**s; two boys and a girl." "That's nice," she answered, "how sweet." Next she led him through the Master bedroom and into the Master bathroom. His and her vanities shared the spacious room opposite a Jacuzzi and shower, on each side of which were his and her toilets; hers was a combination bidet. Back into the Master bedroom, featuring the fireplace, she.