They want to know why they weren't informed in advance and why they weren't allowed to video the hovers launching and returning." Sir, it was a secret... air strike. That means you don't tell anyone about it. And even without them knowing about it you managed to screw it up anyway. We took one hundred percent losses on that strike, sir. One hundred percent. We have only three attack hovers left in our entire Martian inventory now. Sixty-five percent of our pilots and gunners are now either dead or. But, if we both do it to ourselves and to the other one at the same time..."She suddenly became silent because I had finally been able to locate her mouth and had put my lips over hers and, with that, I reached two goals; I got her to be quiet and I got a hot kiss.My hands soon found her breasts and realized that they were the size of a fifteen-year old girl's, not the mature woman's breasts that I had fondled only a few hours earlier.Curious, I let my hand slip down between her thighs and I. Both Marie and Helensmiled back.?Maybe you could take Helen on a drive tomorrow.? Marie led theconversation. ?Show Helen around Tampa and St. Petersburg.? Lookingagain at Helen. ?And take her to the beach, the beaches they have inChicago are nothing compared to the ones we have here!?Excitement was evident in Helen?s eyes at hearing Marie say this. ?Icould make a lunch to bring with us.? Helen smiled warmly at Kelly. ?Doyou like gyros???Helen makes a wonderful Tzatziki sauce!? Marie quickly. It feels better that way, 'avin' someone else pullin' your plonker, rather than doin' it yourself."I thought so too, so we swapped hands, and I stroked him with long slow strokes while he did the same to me."Ever heard of frotting?" I said, after about a couple of minutes of mutual masturbating."No, wha's that then?" he slurred."It's where we either sit facing each other, or stand facing each other, and then one of us grabs both pricks with one hand, and wanks 'em together." I said."I 'aven't.