She settled on me, a comfortable fit. I got a small smile, which thrilled me."Been with many guys?" I asked softly, but with a clit-jarring thrust for...punctuation."Counting Daddy?" she asked in return, squeezing me just right."No. Forget him," I said it as a suggestion, but she nodded. It would not be hard, I gathered, for her to move on.I moved my hands from her waist to her rock-hard thighs. I exclaimed, "Jesus! What do you do to work out?" Rode bike, rode horse, roller-bladed, chopped wood,. It was so bright. The van was bouncing down the interstate with my wife flat on her back and Tim trying his best to drive her through the floor. I gotta give it to him that boy can last on the second go round. I drove for just over an hour to get home and he fucked her as hard as he could for the whole trip. I guess he got his nut because when I pulled around to the back yard they where getting up. As soon as I parked I opened my door and jumped out I walked over to their side and opened the. After this distressing and painful night Lorna, no fool for all her innocence, sought advice, but not from her parents or the minister. She worked in an office, and it was to the office manager, a likeable and worldly wise lady that Lorna took her problem. Half an hour with this lady and Lorna had more knowledge about male-female relations than she had gained in all her other nineteen years. Knowledge is all very well, but it serves little purpose if it is not put into practice. Lorna, being a. Who knew? I think this may be a good learning experience. We cannot trust what we cannot verify. I understand that the Americans steadfastly deny spying on everyone's messages. We can now say that such trust is misplaced. We will act accordingly. As for the suggestion, yes, we do have our own technology. I'll forward our request to the Captain of our support vessel, that his researchers apply themselves to the matter of more secure communications for field use. Perhaps it will prove to be as.