By the time I got into my bedroom at home with my dead phone and started fighting with it to get it to charge, it was 5:25. By a stroke of luck, that...stupid Samsung finally connected and I was able to turn it back on, only to recieve a message from 5:15 from my friend saying she was out of town and wouldn't be home until Monday. Well shit. I began weighing my options, and carried on like normal, ate quickly and then jumped straight into a hot bath to make sure I had nice smooth legs to show. I think the alcohol was making everyone feel more comfortable. Which may have encouraged Will to reach behind me and pat my ass. The others laughed, and then they followed Will's lead. This was the line that I was worried about. I can take comments or whatever, but touching like that could open the door for more to come. I tried to standing away to avoid it, but wasn't that successful. The pats turned into squeezes or little spanks. As the night went on, I was a surprised at how little they. His cock drove deeper and deeper until his pubic bush was joined and entwined with the brown sodden bush of his mother. The root of his dick was enclosed by Jennifer's tight vice-like pussy and his nut sack pressed flat against her bunghole.“I'm in, mom. I'm all the way in. My cock is all the way up your cunt.”“Oh shittt. Mark baby. I can feel it. I can feel your cock so deep. Please do it, son. Please fuck me hard. Fuck my cunt as hard as you can. Fuck the piss out of my cunt and make me cum. Not too surprising. The enemy was waiting for the arrival of their tanks -- their big guns. What was the hurry? We weren't going anywhere. Like our own people, they probably had to learn to handle those huge machines. A tank was a lot more complex to handle than our Bradleys. Raymond said it would take them awhile, to learn halfway how to control those monsters, and how to handle their heavy cannons.Still, you didn't need Advanced Armor Training to hit a building seven stories tall. We were.