I was headed South to Chicago from Alaska. I had been traveling the Alcan for about 36 hours now, and I was damn tired. I had made it through Yukon an... now I think I was in Alberta. Some damned province in Canada was about all I knew. I sped along at about 100, and that was Miles, not Kilometers like the signs had posted. I figured if I got pulled over I would play the ignorant American part for the Mountie. My little Dodge was about screaming for gas, and I was sure it needed oil too, it. Her soft brown lips tasted sweet, like strawberries, and her tongue darted against my own. Dropping the weights, I enclosed her with my arms and lifted her up, holding her tightly to me for a moment. Then I put her down and literally tore her clothes from her.I ripped her shirt down the middle and slid it off of her arms so that she was topless. For a second I gazed at the firm swells of her full, brown, milk filled tits and ebony nipples, then I bent down to suck one. As I sucked her breast I. There was still some reluctance to join crew-served weapons—there was not as much chance for individual bravado and recognition. Tanks and gunships were a different story, everybody could see the value of direct-fire weapons, but indirect-fire weapons were just not macho enough, yet. John and Jim had to resort to personal persuasion to fill the ranks of the mortar crews.While the training of the new troops was going on, a crash effort was put into learning to manufacture and use the X-Ray laser. Now the game had been taken a bit too far, they were forced to divide the room and the bed because of a work seminar, with a party to following , where the persistent ex would be present. He could not ask for another room or ask for one with two twin beds, as it would have been completely useless, and all the work done to keep the leech away so far would have burst like a bubble.The seminar was a dreadful bore, but the party was not too bad, Ilaria and Andrea had drunk a little too much but.