"He is presently at a house in Kabul, Afghanistan and probably thinks he is perfectly safe right now." As I finished the sentence, the building disint...egrated. I looked over my shoulder and said "oops."Judging from the devastation it would be difficult to get positive ID on the body. Several other safe house explosions followed, taking out the entire leadership structure. I described the occupants of the targets and their involvement as we went.The video was followed by a declaration of war on. “Yeah, you poor old guy, getting fucked to death by his wife, daughters, and half the neighborhood. How will you survive?” Pamela joked a bit, while still making it clear that she wasn’t ridiculing him with several ardent kisses to his lips.“Haha!” Miles protested, not lasting long before his pregnant MILF of a wife got his woody at least a little stiff.“Oh, did I do that?” Pamela giggled while making out with her husband, “Glad to know that you still want a trip to Cougarville, population. " Let it be, then. Just blow me." I'd like to come again also." Sixty-nine ways to please your lover. Paul Simon sang that one. And, hey, you're Mrs. Robinson. And I'm what's-his-name? Destitute Hoffman."Maggie groaned in mock agony. She lay down again and rolled on top of him, facing his feet, finding his penis, and putting it in her mouth. He positioned himself beneath her vagina, extending his tongue, and lapping at the wetness she exuded."Oh, God, you're dripping nectar on me," he said."Too. You better reward my mom big time today.”Clint pulled his phone out, swiping the screen while driving one-handed. He opened the app that controlled the vibrator buried in my mom’s pussy. Right now, she was walking around our school—she taught History—and was about to get a surprise.He tapped the button. “Just a quick burst to remind her of the fun she’ll have.”I laughed, my fingers tingling as Pam sucked on them like minicocks, her cheeks hollowing. Oh, yes, today would be an amazing day.Zoey.