‘They have been teasing you? Bet they have. They’re mean bitches, the pair of ’em, well they’ve gone out for a while, just me to look after yo... for now.’ Riddick looked up at the man, was he supposed to answer. The women were gone! So who was he? Riddick opened his mouth to ask but his throat was dry and his tongue swollen and stiff. The man picked up a bottle of water and snapped off the cap before tipping it to Riddick’s lips. This water tasted different. It didn’t have the metallic tang of. Mother and daughter fucker, Mom must have been fucked by a Dog to give birth to an animal like him….etcI took out uncle’s cock from mouth and shouted at Dad” Dad, what are you doing? Please leave her”Satish laughed and told me without slowing” Take it easy, Sandy. They like it that way. Mom likes it rough. Dad cannot hurt Mom, so she comes to your Dad for rough fucking. Wait until they start fucking, it will be awesome”I resumed sucking uncle’s cock and watched fascinated at my Aunt’s buttocks. "Do it. Lord knows what mischief he'll plan for tonight."Both men looked over the quiet runway at the massive hangars opposite them. Sitting next to one massive hangar sat the little Grob the girls had arrived in.The station seemed lonely without the bustle of No. 468 Squadron, who had left before ten hundred hours that morning. The only excitement that occurred in the afternoon was just before supper, when a CH-146 Griffin helicopter from 417 Combat Support Squadron, converted to. ‘It was a great season with you and the boys. We’re about to win it all. This is the way to go out. Thanks, Mutt.’ Mutt chuckled. ‘You remember how many times you struck me out?’ ’13, all in the Sally League. We were both 19 years old, a lifetime ago. You stalled out in AAA.’ ‘And you went to the Show a year and a half later. 23 years in the Bigs, 8 All Star Teams, third in the Cy Young race five times, six 20 game win seasons, fourth, no, fifth on the All Time Strikeout list. . .’ ‘Ten years.