Unless they put a jester's hat on with bell's and whistles, our soldiers will be unable to differentiate between the enemy and the common folk. Though...the distinction by the time all this is over could become a lesson in semantics. Carry on, major." Sir."Major Guighan saluted briskly and rejoined the guards further back, where he relayed the order to continue. With that they set off, the horses picking up the pace of a slow trot, and the foot-soldiers following briskly behind.For the most part,. Now was not the time for a drunk or a joyrider to decide to try out the driveway, or a plane to buzz the Retreat.Nor would an attack of any kind catch the troops at the wedding weaponless. As usual during a wedding, their weapons were stacked in two suites, one on either side of the living room. Those rooms were protected by the watchful eye of the Retreat AI in addition to alert troops standing guard.With Colonel Matthews' permission, the likeness of all Security personnel as well as Jeff's. I stood up and walked over to her. She was still on her knees. "Anything?" I asked. She looked away and nodded. "Yes," she whispered. The bitch was mine. I told her to sit back down. She obeyed. I knelt down in front of her and rubbed her legs, starting with her ankles and working my way up. Her pantyhose were silky smooth. I was surprised when I felt skin. She was wearing stockings! The little slut. She shuddered as I reached her inner thigh, caressing the soft skin. I brushed my hand against. Her breath caught with my touch and she kept moving her hands on my body. She leaned in and rose on her feet and gently kissed my earlobe again. “It feels so good,” I said with a somewhat husky and aroused voice. I wrapped my hand around her slender waist and pulled her towards my naked body.Her tender, huge, soft breasts crushed against my chest as our lips met. We licked, kissed and chewed each other lips and tongues. Her soft breasts and firm erect nipples were feeling nice against my bare.