One lone bomber hitting a target of opportunity, sure ... gaggles of backup hit men, not so likely – unless the local Federal Bureau of Magical Regu...lation had been infiltrated or suborned, which sudden wasn't really such a totally outrageous or preposterous notion to me.Face it, when you think of FBMR, you can't help but think of that old Charlie Chaplin silent short where he's a two-bit street magician being hassled by some useless Keystone Cops. You know the type, fat incompetent buffoons. We made some calls and were directed to the US Forest Service part of your Agriculture Department.’’‘‘We were directed to the agency chief Margret Hanson who understood our problem and offered to release ten of the twenty jumbo jet 747 air water tankers that were under contract to the Forest Service. The next issue was if they could travel the twelve thousand miles to us. That led to a conference call with Executive Vice President Lorrie Jones of JBG Aviation.’’‘‘Three days later the ten water. Amber: I know! I loved it. Kate: Maybe I can...Kate engulfed the head of her penis and stroked her shaft with her hands. Amber strokes near the base and fondles her balls. Kate takes more of her penis in, getting it further down her throat. Her veins start to protrude. Her cock hardens and grows. Kate has her hips off the mattress and is thrusting into her own mouth.Amber: That looks amazing. I can't wait to see you cum!Kate: Mmmm. Hmmmm! Mmmmmm.Amber feels Kates cock contract and the vibration. So on the way home after the party she brought up the topic and Doug readily agreed and even volunteered to invite a black woman friend of his over for me. We had a foursome which lasted about 5 hours and we were all fucked to death!About two weeks later we had Doug over for dinner, nothing unusual about this… just part of our normal routine. We all were setting out on the deck and my ex said she’d like to try it again and this time she wanted Doug in her pussy and me up her ass. I was.