They say there is a new milk from a local farm that is flying off the shelves. I want you to go down to the farm and write a story about it." My boss ...aid tapping his note pad. "You want me to write a story about milk?" I said with a sigh. "Listen I wrote stories about potholes when I was a rookie and let me tell you they give terrible interviews. Now get down there and get me a story" He said with a laugh. Grabbing my bag I ask "What is this place called?" as I got ready to go out. "Futa. Tony grabbed her buttocks in his hands and lifted her, straightening up, impaling her pussy on his hard prick.Vicki wrapped her legs around him. "Oh Tony, I'm too heavy. Oh God, that feels good... so deep. Lean me against the wall... put my back against the wall — my legs are slipping." Oh," yelled Vicki in a startled voice."What is it?" The damn tile is cold," she said, chuckling. "Oh don't stop. I love to feel you in me. Fuck me... Fuck me hard." With her back braced against the tile wall of. This was when she was a junior in high school. She told me about him. She said she had never met a native African and fell head-over-heels for him. It wasn’t until after he was safely back in Kenya that Mom was forced to disclose that she was pregnant.”“Pregnant with you?”“Yes, with me. Mom said her parents couldn’t believe she would have sex with him. Of course, she was brought up being taught abstinence until marriage...”“Yeah -- telling teenagers not to have sex ... you might as well tell. It was also time to change all the email accounts, even though little information had passed through email. Even less of it could be used by the Fibbies to do me any harm.I had managed to stay out of the Fed's clutches up to that point, but I always knew that it was just a matter of time. It would be nice to say that the farm would take care of it with just an inter agency memo, but such was not the case. Some of the things I had done since my retirement for the United States Air Force were for.