My problem was with the three squads of guards outside the General's house. They must have been posted after they moved the prisoners around. I guess ...hey thought it would have made it harder for us to rescue everybody. According to Tiffany, they were nearly right. She had told me that they had one less group of people than she had targets. That's where my big mouth came in. I volunteered to rescue General Smith.I pulled my head back behind the dumpster. I could look all night, it wasn't going. The car then sped up and drove off and to this day i have no idea who saw us. An old lady, young man, middle aged couple who knows? But whoever it was sure had a good view of us for a few seconds. The getting caught bit felt incredibly horny as i had never had such a experience before.After that we sped up our walking but still couldn't keep our hands off each other. Constantly fondling each other. I was rubbing her crotch from outside of her panties and could feel how damp and moist she was. You've always had an imagination with beautiful women.Rubbing dry, you grabbed the KY you kept next to the couch, within moments you can start imaging her, but young and more vibrant. How hot she must have been at 18.. same as Kylie's age if you think about it.. which you often do.. You imagine Kylie right before she went to college and dyed her hair. She used to be a stunning young blonde, and though she is still beautiful, that is how you like to fantasize about her still.Her and Kylie might. If you’re looking for one sex scene after another you need to look elsewhere. Also, this is a long story—132 pages—so I’ve broken it into five parts. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sr. Longo PROLOGUEMy legal name is John…John Joseph French, but nobody who knows me—not even a single teacher--calls me by my legal name. My family calls me Jack or J.J. All my friends call me Freak. It’s not an insult. It’s a term of endearment. After all, how many people do you.