" No! No, that's impossible." Then her head started spinning and filled with random pictures of naked bodies. One of the illusions was of her nakednes... and then there were others of mysterious men."Oh baby, you came. Just like the biggest whore in the world, you came all over my cock." No, no, I didn't ... I couldn't. No, I couldn't ... never!"Jeff simply reached for her hand, which still held the DVD, and snatched the case. "Once you see what is on this disk, you'll understand," he informed. Just relax have the drinkand then you can shoo him away." Fuck that's easy for you to say, you haven't seen the way he is lookingat me."She giggled. "Well you never know you might get lucky." She burst intohysterics as she sung. "Lucky, lucky, lucky." Not fucking funny Viv!" I hung up, fuck her!When I walked back into the lounge Yves was sitting on the sofa typing onhis laptop. His phone up to his ear and he was laughing uproariously. AsI approached I noticed that he had another window open. Sheena pulled out of my mouth and moved down and on top of me rubbing her meat in my crack until she came to rest against my brown, whispering in my ear ready darling, began to push, oh my fucking word the head popped in and it felt like a truck plowed into me, the pain was fierce and I could not get away, she stopped and stayed still as her monster throbbed, the pain started to diminish and as I relaxed she started to push in further and did not stop until I felt her balls laying up against. All in all, it would be around one hundred ten thousand dedicated soldiers.”“That’s much more reasonable, I think,” Mason said with a laugh. “Forty-five thousand soldiers did seem pretty low.”“Keep in mind that those numbers would be what you might see in a standard strike group with these designs. You might have more specialized strike wings or strike groups that have more soldiers and less fighters, for example, or the opposite might be true.”“The heavy transports don’t always need to be.