"Yes sir?" My name is Joseph McEwan," (it feels strange to use my full name but surely this is the occasion for it?). "I have an appointment to see Se...geant Borland at 9.30. It's about my wife. She has ... has disappeared." I can hear my voice trailing off as I get to the end of my little speech.The official narrows his eyes and inclines his head slightly as he listens to me. He looks sceptical about what I'm saying; an automatic reaction, I suppose."Just take a seat, Sir, I will see about it.". There appeared to be good sources of food around, and they quickly found a suitable underground hive location. They moved underground and settled in for the night. In the morning, they would start foraging and exploring their new world.It was unusual for the Confederacy to do a pickup in an outside location, but Gunnery Sergeant Schmidt was originally from this area, near San Bernardino, California, and he knew that there would be lots of suitable people in this park area early in the morning.. We then again went to the elevator. This time, we were alone. After the doors closed, I turned her around, and we kissed. What a passionate kiss. If it weren’t for the fact that we were in an elevator, and at any minute a family could walk in, we’d probably have fucked right there. Finally, we reached the lobby. As we stopped kissing, I looked into her beautiful face. However, the look on her face was one of pure lust. I just about came right then. Her aroma filled the elevator, and I knew she. Olivia took the soap and worked it over her husband's body taking care to touch him in all the places that she knew excited him. As planned, Dave soon stood before her with his cock erect and again ready for action. Olivia dropped to her knees, eagerly soaping her husband's cock with her hands, teasing and exciting him before allowing the water to wash away the soap. Looking down the engorged length of her husband's cock, Olivia opened her mouth and flicked her tongue across the tip, probing.