" Jeanette said. "She must've led one interesting life." Led?" Arlene asked. "Sweetheart, she still runs the place."Arlene didn't answer, she just tur...ed her had back to the nearby portrait and took another long hard look.Again scanning the room, Jeanette suddenly stopped when she saw a familiar face. It wasn't that she knew the woman personally, but her beautiful face was recognizable the world over - Courtney Austin, the black pop diva. She again leaned over to Arlene and quietly pointed her. I did. And crept up to the bedroom, trembling, shaking with – fear .. anticipation, and… Her drawers were a gold mine — panties, stockings, suspender belts, roll-ons, bras, all neatly pressed and folded. I was too nervous to do much more than look but my cock had to come out and i had to smell them, had to touch the brassiere to my aching prick, rub the bulging head of it inside the sweet scented cup so that when she put it on her nipple would be there – right where my cock had been … But more. We couldn't see what was going on, but it sure sounded like somebody was catching hell. Our weapons don't have the same sound as the AK-47s, so you can get a fair idea of how a battle is going without being able to see the fighting just from the sound of the shots. In this case, most of the noise was coming from our side.The heavy shooting lasted for about 10 minutes and then died down. We could hear shouted orders, but we couldn't make out the words. However, we did know when the assault on. " Have to remember to keep Friday clear."Oh." She was crying again, quietly. "OK." She tried to reach up and touch Crys's hand (the traction rig kept her arms back and to the sides). She looked back at me with a pitiful glance; I went over and lifted her up. "Bye mom. I hope you feel better." And she kissed the back of Crys's unmoving hand. When I put her down, she held on to me with both hands as we walked out.We went back to my dorm room that Sunday afternoon. I needed to pack some stuff and.