“Add the specialized modules to the centipede. The bug. The bug goes to his prescribed destination, drops off segments with specialized functions, a...d leaves them...”“And he remembers where he left them, right?”“Of course,” Terri replied.“So he can come back and get them.”“Or,” she said, “covert operation. The segment is a sensor array with short-range communications capabilities. The body of the bug either backs away so it can receive and retransmit data at a higher power, or...”“Two ways to. I raised the back of her blouse up, saw her bra going across her back. When I did I glanced down to her lower back to see where her back ended and her ass started, and for the first time I saw the top of her crack in the middle of her ass checks. I knew what was farther down that crack. I resumed giving her back massage rubbing her skin. I was working her back above and below her bra strap. As I was rubbing her . My hands found my tits, still wet from the rain, and squeezed my round mounds. I shook my perky boobs, my nipples so hard on top. I stared down at the nun, loving her demure veil draped over my lap, hiding her naughty act.“And bob your head, too,” I said. “Slide those pretty lips up and down my cock while you suck ... Ooh, just like that. Mmm, I liked that. Yes, Sister Chastity Hope. That’s good.”Her mouth slid slowly up and down my cock. She took more and more of my shaft in her mouth, her. She lived on scotch alone. Ian must be dead, she thought over and over. She hated herself for allowing this to happen. If she had read the schedule correctly, this would not have happened. She only blamed herself for this. She wanted and needed her son back with her. She had to tell him that Gregory was his father."Sir I need help badly," Captain Mills declared after saluting his superior, Colonel Brads."Ah, it's your boy, isn't it," the colonel came around the desk and put his arms around.