After nearly eight years, the analysis school had an opening, and I could go to school for the very thing I had been doing for the last eight years. T...e school was at Chanute AFB, outside Rantoul, Illinois. Rantoul is about seven miles north of Champaign. I flew up there at the end of October and the class normally lasted 12 weeks so that would put me missing, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years with my family. Once we got to the first class, I found out the class was the self-pace kind. Once. But, yes, keep that up, please! Who’s going to rim the men, though?” Christy encouraged her new ass licker.“Us, of course,” Vicki answered.She then started licking Stavros’s butt cheeks while Tricia did the same for me before honing in on our cracks.“What she said,” Tricia told us as her tongue pleasured me.Rebecca did the same for Christy and Rachel sampled Jess, but then they swapped for a little while.“Don’t exclude the youngsters,” I reminded them.It was only right to invite our daughters. Sabbath could accept it, reject it, counter it.I was pleased, no more than simply pleased, when Bulldog included me in the financial proceedings. I was on the payroll retroactively to the day I flew to Columbia. And would continue receiving $750 per day, plus expenses, until Sabbath was resettled.Addison Whitefield, in what I later imagined had to be a first for her, didn’t utter a single word that morning in our loft. She also didn’t bother with her faux eyeglasses.As I started preparing a. “Eleven. It was eight the last you heard on Thursday, but after Gadsden, when they killed the Alabama Trooper, they hit a convenience store outside of Fort Payne, killing the clerk and grabbing two girls. Then they changed directions and came southeast, to where you ran into them Saturday evening.”“The girls?” I asked.Crowley just gave me a grim look and shook his head. They must have been in the trunk of the blue Chevy. “If you hadn’t stopped them, it would have been at least two more, the.