" Her fear was that theywould turn up unexpectedly and then Simon's secret would be out. Littledid he or her know that that was precisely what was abo...ut to happen."So what's the big problem." asked Richard once they were on theMotorway heading back towards Warwick."Well, it's about Simon," Clair began, "He's been wearing girl'scloths." She had been pondering for weeks how to raise the issue and inthe end decided to just come straight out and tell him."Oh," said Richard, "is that such a big. Each of the three shipments had a single PF98 shoulder fired rocket launcher with a box of ammunition.The QCW's had an effective firing range of 50 meters, and the attack's planners felt that 18 of them should be enough to take out even a defended substation. One man was assigned to the PF98 and another as his reloader. So sure were they of the effectiveness of the surprise nature of the attack, that the planners doubted that any defense would be mounted. Perhaps there would be a few security. "I'm sorry," she says, shaking her head. "My body's ready," she says. It certainly is! "But I can't quite cross that line yet. You're still my br0ther," she adds. She's right, and I certainly don't want to do anything we'll both regret.Although, I can't imagine ever regretting anything we would do."Sure, s*s," I say, failing to hide my disappointment. "We'll take it slow and if it's meant to happen, it will." That doesn't mean I'm going to leave you like this," she says, squeezing my rigid. I glanced around, my paranoia was growing but it was to late to turn back now, and pulled my pants down just below my knees. She put her hair up in a ponytail. She looked around and said we need to look out for people who might be getting in the cars on either side of us. I glanced around again, the coast was clear. She leaned over, sunglasses still on, and put my old cock in her young mouth. Heaven. Her style was exactly what I love at this age: slow and sensual. I reached with my right hand.