They do urban counter-insurgency training like this all the time. I figure a stranger in your neighborhood would count as an insurgent. They’re not ...taking photos or filming it. It’s just visual inspection only. They’re tasked with identifying the cars that appear to live there and to document any that don’t belong. They know the house opposite is vacant. That’s the designated hot spot. The guys don’t mind. I told them there are some nice-looking women that like to sunbathe.”“One day, Mister,. You keep me down, moving yourself quick and rough, telling me how damn good this feels. I take off my underwears and start to finger myself because I just can't stop the urge to feel something inside my pussy. You notice this and pull me off your dick. My saliva a heavy coat on your cock, you pick me up and set me on top of you, sliding right in. In that moment, I'm blinded. It felt so good, your head pushing its way up me, reaching what feels like the end of me where the pain begins. I start. Frank told him about his last wife Nora and how you need to lay down the law and don't take any shit from your old lady. One might wonder why Lanny thought it appropriate to seek marital advice from a man that lived alone and was divorced for the third time. But Lanny didn't seem to question it.Lanny's only solution was to get Susan real drunk and see if she would join in the fun at Rusty's club.Frank's face brightened as he told Lanny that he had just what he needed to help her get in the. It was so close...Yet, there was something he was supposed to do, or not to do? There was something... “Daddy?” His daughter called to him, blue eyes sparkling. “What’s for dessert?” That... did it. The hammering in his head disappeared, and Julius was ready for a completely different kind of hammering. He smirked and got up from his chair, walking up to his daughter. He put both hands on her shoulders. Amaura tried to turn, but he kept her in place. He was used to move heavy logs, his daughter.