They both had a camouflage pattern, though the cargo bag was a heavy canvas material and the pack was a lighter material – ripstop nylon, it looked ...like to me – parachute cloth with a liner on the inside. They looked like the ones I remembered seeing the soldiers carrying on TV coverage of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.Along with the sound of birds and dogs, I realized after a moment, I could hear laughter – little kid's laughing, actually. "Well, good then," I said to no one in particular.. My father and I were alone."Daddy, why aren't these images released to the press?" Dear, the war is not over. We must not give information about our sources and methods to the bastards," Senator Bushwon said.That is how I was introduced to the New League of Justice. Little, did I understand how it was to affect my life? You see, I am Regina Morgan Bushwon or, at least, I was when this story began. You are reading my diary.Dear Diary these are some of my recollections about the secret workings. "How much did she take you for Harry?" he asked."Twenty Warren", he said. "But her tits were worth every cent". The tent was in twilight, done for the atmosphere but the atmosphere was not why he had entered. Harry was right she had a magnificent set on her and on more than one occasion in his visit the nipples, large and erect was on display. "What is your request?" she asked with the usual rubbing up of the glass ball in front of her and the shuffling of an array of cards on the table. Warren. By now he has calmed down and I am being rhythmically fucked – slow and deep. All the while I am using my tongue to play with an increasingly swollen clit while listening to their breathing becoming harder and shorter. She pops first and I feel this warm sensation on my tongue so I start sucking down and pushing my tongue deeper and deeper, alternating between tongue and suck. Pretty soon I am rewarded with a minor eruption in my mouth and I drink deep. By now PP is pretty worked up and getting.