A feeling of peace.********"Aba!"Kinny came awake with a start."Aba! Doi! A-ba!" I'm here, I'm here. Where are you, kid." Kinny reached for hisglasses...Unggh. Wrong house. A bed, not the couch. His glasses were on theother side. And ... the baby was in a dresser drawer.No, he wasn't. Drake was standing by the bed, almost nose-to-nose withKinny."There you are," Kinny said."Aba. Umpa." Sure." Kinny pulled Drake up. His boobs felt full again. Let-downreflex. Spooky. Kinny grunted. "You want. “Everyone else will work with the other paratroopers to secure the area. Landmines are to be openly placed. We only want idiots to get hurt. Take good coverage positions if you’re left providing security. Some of you may be placed inside buildings to prevent civilians from leaving en mass. Once the area is secure, we will be releasing them.“I understand there is a large parking lot with lots of fancy cars just begging to be used as barricades. They belong to high government officials, so don’t. Now he was tugging at the duvet, my screams a mixture of just knowing he wanted to see his daughter naked, and myself wanting to let him see my crotch, my womanhood, and my yearning for a step further, a deep morbid desire to suck his cock.I looked at Chyrl, 'In what way', I asked distantly, to her query of my father noticing me, 'Does he want to fuck you', she asked, her eyes a piercing blue, there was something about Chyrl that told you she has been there, her dress sense said 'Fuck me', she. Our mouths collided hard and passionately, lips apart, tongues entwined, deep in each other’s throats. My hands were on his body; on his face, in his hair, on his bulging groin.Once he had recovered from the shock of my assault, Tony responded in kind. His hands were on my waist, on my back, on my buttocks as we kissed frantically, our tongues writhing around each other until a small stream of saliva began to drip down my chin. Then his hands were on my tiny boobs, crushing them cruelly through.