. male, major's officer's uniform ... ensconced within, without him expecting extra company. Blue's was empty which I was counting on. We stripped bot... bodies, and after a thorough search, wrapped them in the aluminium baking foil I'd had Blue bring in his briefcase. We placed them, otherwise naked, in armament cases, and loaded them onto a heavy duty eight wheel drive lorry already laden with identical armament boxes.We placed Blue into a third, and with Sal as driver, the rather officious. I think this encounter makes the whole thing worth it.”“Just don’t disclose the location when you tell on me.”“Oh, I don’t plan to tell, governor.”“Do NOT call me that.”“I’m sorry, Dave.”“It’s fine. You want some stew?”“Hell yeah?”They sat at the dining table that Dave had built himself. It was square and only had three chairs. “I got too lazy to make a fourth one,” he said.“That’s cool,” Shah smiled.“So, you know all about the infamous Dave Cornett. Former governor. Doctorate in math. Total. Jennifer looked at her son’s cock. It had to be at least 8 inches. And it was thicker than her husband’s cock. She made her eyes wander from top to bottom, her gaze going over the shiny purple head, drops of clear fluid running out the little piss-slit, then her gaze went down, down along his shaft, the shaft with a number of veins running through it. Then lower still, she gazed at his nut sack. Two egg sized balls hung low between his legs, the weight of them making the sack hang almost in. After more thumps, he said, "Come on, let's see if we can help. Ryan's got a fractured ankle. Probably needs help carrying something." "Okay." Brody opened the door and stepped out, Mark behind him, just in time to hear a few more thumps. Brody turned around to offer some help, and was surprised to see a woman in the hallway. She had a cast on her ankle, crutches under her arms, and he watched as she threw her purse on the floor in frustration. "Need some help?" Brody asked. The woman dropped.