"Frank!" "What? Tell me you weren't thinking the same thing. That he missed a golden opportunity to remind you of the perks of married life." She didn...'t answer. At first. After an awkward pause, too long for what followed to have any credibility, she asked, "How do you know he didn't?" "Okay. Well, you know, I understand how this sounds, lifelong bachelor that I am. And I'm sure things change over time, after kids and so on. But I can't help thinking that if it were me, your knees would be. I was moaning like a whore for her and grabbed her shoulders, pulling on her like she was riding me. I could feel that cock rubbing on my panties as Mom dramatically thrust over and over, all the while grunting like a dirty old man fucking me. We were both laughing a little but trying to stay in character. “Oh, Chester, it just won’t fit. I’m too small and tight! Please don’t’ rip me open!” I yelled. “Sshh little girl, Chester’s got the magic in him,” Dot whispered out in her best man voice.. The Mossad girls and the two Secret Service agents agreed. I ordered a ten second plan.‘‘The front seat shoots to the front of the convoy and the rear seat towards the rear of the convoy. On three, one, two three,’’ I said.Ziva, Abra, Farah and the Secret Service all had MP5s with thirty round magazines and I had my Glock with four thirteen round magazines. Out the doors we went.The terrorists were just four vehicles away of what had been a twelve vehicle convoy. There were six on my side - I. She adjusted in her seat to give Tracy’s hands more room to maneuver.“You concentrate on your driving,” Tracy said softly. “I’ll take care of the rest.”In a moment, Heather’s jeans were unbuttoned, and Tracy’s hand slid downward. She started rubbing Heather through her thong, and all Heather could do was spread her legs further apart and slump down in her chair a bit more. All the while, Tracy continued gently kissing at Heather’s neck, every once in a while drifting lower, planting soft.