"Where did you print these!??!" he gasp panic stricken.Sara patted his head. "Don't worry your pretty little head about thatStephanie." But... but the...se can't get out..." he gulped."Well, I guess that is up to you. You best be on your best behavior andbe a good little girl. Huh, Stephanie?" Sara said with a smirk. Thenshe added, "Fetch me a drink and prepare dinner. The recipe is on thecounter. I'll be back out after a quick shower."Steve was stunned, but he knew he was totally screwed now if. Eileen was a MILF of 42 , she stood about 68 inches tall, dirty blond hair (with a matching carpet) 36D breasts, We talked over lunch and decided that we would get together on the upcoming Friday night at her place to take this relationship to the next step.Friday evening I arrived at her house, she met me dressed in a light sundress and a big smile, we shared a bottle of wine as we sat on her back porch, the sun was waning in the sky and when she walked between me and the setting sun I could. I was a little stunned at the moment she walked into the shower, somewhat oblivious to my dick now started to grow again as the water went from streaming down my shoulders and chest to now cascading down Christina's back and ass cheeks. She proceeded to detach the shower head and making it portable, hence spraying the water between her legs and up and down her backside. She then asked if I could apply soap to her back, to which I did and gently scrubbed her back down to her ass with her. The road between the Baghdad airport and Camp Victory, and the Green Zone housing the government in the center of Baghdad, was twelve klicks of sheer death, with daily bombings and shootings. They called it Route Irish and I heard that at least an entire battalion was tied up just keeping the road open.The awards ceremony was scheduled for 1100. It was more than just Turner and me, of course. Anybody due for some sort of recognition had been brought to Baghdad for the ceremony, so we had a few.