I know there was a lot of blood spilt on both sides these last few years. In all honesty, I have to agree it was probably all unnecessary. Looking bac...k on it now, I think it was a combination of stubborn pride and some of those killing skills the Marine Corps tend to enhance in Mountain boys. Just like that Sergeant York back in the Great War. I know, hardly anyone around to remember that anymore. Hell's bells, these young'uns don't even remember WWII or that dirty business in Korea. No, it is. It was rather plain looking, with stock photos of various industrial metals hanging on the wall. Introductions were made. Present for the meeting was a client services representative who introduced himself as Adam Zaitz, and a technician.Waylon signed a few preliminary papers to authorize the initial assay of a gold sample. He handed the small sample container over to the technician and got down to business with Mr. Zaitz. Barry fed him questions from time to time, but Waylon did a good job of. Eventually Nedra told me that, for the past few years, she took care of her husbands needs by giving him a 2 minute blowjob. Yes, she swallowed, mostly to spare the sheets, but also to give him an extra thrill. Her needs had actually been met by some special ladies who she said I know, but whose identities I would have to guess at. Yes, she was the proud owner od a collection of dildos which were not battery powered, but her favorite does have a name, which she refuses to reveal to me because. Jennifer licked her fingers and slipped the two longest ones between Lucy’s legs and in between her pussy lips. A shiver ran down the length of Lucy’s spine as Jennifer’s fingers dabbled against her moist labia. Jennifer looked into Lucy’s eyes and as she did so she lifted her own night shirt and revealed her thick pubic hair. It was fine and wispy on her neat, pink labia. She took Lucy’s left hand and guided it towards her own pussy. “Touch me while I touch you,” said Jennifer. Lucy closed her.