My blond hair was up inthree-inch ponytails, high on either side of my head, held in place withgingham ribbons. Tyra had made me apply a touch of smo...y eye shadow, ahint of blush, and a generous coating of lip gloss. Finally, Lukehollered for me to come out of the pantry and meet them in the recreationroom. When I got there they were sitting on the couch, intimately closetogether. All they had on were short toweling robes. Tyra's deepcleavage and full shapely thighs were well shown. Perhaps didn’t have a name, but it was a convenient water stop for Captain Beauchamp andBlack Weasel. It boasted a clear lake and running streams. More important, it was considered neutral territory by almost all. The exceptions were those who accepted no authority whatsoever. For the rest, however, smugglers, go-anywhere-carry-anything-or-anyone captains like Beauchamp as well as pirates, it was a safe place to take on water, to rest, and perhaps even to enjoy some pleasures of the flesh.That. Jason would use her until he got bored with her.I didn't care what he did with the cunt. She wasn't my wife any longer.Garnet's tongue danced across the crown of my dick. My balls tensed as she sucked hard. I groaned, gripping the steering wheel hard. The suction was incredible. My nuts quivered, full of cum aching to burst into her mouth.The Halo gave me such stamina. I could cum over and over again. I could satiate all my desires. I would have such a great time. And with my abilities, I would. I could shoot, taught on my gramps knee from the time I was three, and I could survive in the jungle. Surprisingly I had a good ear for foreign languages. Intelligence induced me to stay on. So I re-upped when they offered me a spot with Intel. Wet work. Went back even a better killer in early 1969. It was all I knew or wanted. Hunt slants and fuck. Beat working the rocky soil of daddy's farm.Then, in late 1969 I fell in love. With two sisters! Teenage gooks with the goddam prettiest faces, the.