I was pulling my slacks on when Jon started laughing, that got me to laughing. ‘Well, no secrets now.’ I said. ‘No, I guess not.’ Jon and I we...nt out to the receptionist room, Nathan was standing there. If it is possible for a black man to blush, he was. He was having a tough time meeting my eyes as he explained to Jon that he needed to know where to store some cartons of supplies. I walked over, put my hand on his shoulder. ‘No problem, Nathan, I am not bashful.’ He seemed to perk up a little. Thoughtfully we put bath towels down on the sheets first.When we were in the spacious shower together, my partner got that wicked look on her face that I love to see. “I’ve got a treat for you. Just kneel down and hold still.” She moved close in front of me with her legs spread apart slightly and all of a sudden I felt a hot liquid stream splashing on my private parts. She was peeing on my pecker!“Does that tickle?” She not so innocently asked. “I’d like you to return the favor when you have a. Miles from anywhere, she slept easily with a window open for cool air and the back door ajar so her cat could come and go. There was a creak; the wind bending the branches of the trees outside, or the soft step of a foot on an aging floorboard. She slept on, unaware, bare breasted to the night. In fact, when the soft brush of her bedroom door across her carpet whispered into the air, she still slept on. His cock was hard as soon as he laid his eyes on her, his eyes feasting on her puckered. Again, I was told to relax, that would be taken care of shortly. What, me worry? Yeah!Meanwhile, now that we had the full military muscle to back us up, we were ready to march in and "nationalize" the orange juice processing plant. Once that was up and running, we would do the same for the orange groves. Pretty soon, we would have the money we needed to finance all of our adventures.Jimmy and I consulted with General Williams and came up with a plan to seize the plant. Right now, it was.