”“On the remaining raw material, what kind of condition is it in?”“It’s packed in the original eighty pound boxes and stacked twenty-five bo...es to the pallet. I’ve ten pallets sitting in a locked area behind my office.”“Eric, can you get those completed out today? I need them delivered in San Diego by tonight.”“I should be able to. Who’s the customer?”“Leave that blank and the final paperwork rather flexible at the moment, but the consignee is The United States Navy, care of Admiral Frank. I'm glad she was enjoying it though, my stress levels were ever increasing and I tried not to think about the possibility of it all going wrong. I just had to trust in...whatever. Finally the bus pulled in and I didn't know whether to rush to her or just get back on the next one, so I settled for medium paced effort in her direction. Fortunately it was only a few minute walk to pancakes from the bus depot. I was just so uncertain about the whole thing, maybe if I called her and we heard each. She wasn’t done yet I continued to lick her pussy and let my tongue excavate deep into her love hole she started holding my hair tight and started to clench her thighs as she was about to come she suddenly pressed my head deeper between her legs and shouted loud saiying aaaahhh you fuckerrrr mmm …. Aaahhh and she had her orgasm.We moved the car from there towards her house and I parked the car for her to get down hoping without a goodbye and as expected we decided to finish what’s half done she. My father saw that I was up his Mrs., and she was loving it.“Dad!”Mom turned her head as best she could to view him. We sort of rolled, so that I was on the side of the bed furtherest away from my paternal parent, and my maternal mistress got to her feet to face him on the closer side. We stood as statues in a tableau, somewhat of a repeat of the first instance of paralysis for our triangle of intimacy a few nights ago. This time though, it was I, not pop, who had been boffing mom; would the.