" That is all right, Rebecca. Your father and I still love you." Yes, we do," Stuart replied."Could a pregnancy prevent you from doing the mission?"No... Mom. I'm not an action heroine, just an accountant, so I can stilldo Swan Song whether I'm pregnant or not."Stuart mentioned something. "The Army doesn't allow pregnant soldiers toserve in Iraq or Afghanistan. After they test positive, they are shippedback stateside." Yes, Dad, I know that. Swan Song is an undercover mission. Normal rulesfor. "Believe it or not Frank... likes men as well!" She said looking at me with laughter in her eyes."What? What do you mean?" He had pictures of himself with other men! I mean, some very explicit pictures, if you know what I mean." She winked at me.Frank was gay? Or Bi, or whatever? Oh god, I never would have guessed. He must have kept that part of him well hidden from everyone."Did you guys... erase those pictures as well?" I asked hopeful they might have kept some."No way!" She shouted, "Those. -Mar. 2051)“Hey, this is more like it!” she exclaimed aloud. The other girl looked up from her deepthroating quizzically. “Sorry – don’t let me bother you,” said Alison, with only a hint of irony, as the girl went back to her cock-swallowing. By now she was leaving a thick coating of slobber on the boy’s cock, which gradually formed strings of drool which dangled tantalisingly, swinging back and forth until they splattered onto her chin and dribbled down onto her tank-top. Alison read on:Third. " I stopped next to him, and you continued to the back, where you would find a place to keep an eye on me. The man was just a shade past fifty. Graying dark hair and glasses, on the thin side, but with wiry muscles. He was wearing a work uniform that smelled of oil and sweat. The man next to him was wearing the same uniform; he was squatter than his friend. He had more blonde in his hair than gray, maybe mid forties. Both were nursing beer, but each had a shot of something dark in front of.