The two gun drones had been checked and rechecked; there were at least a dozen 500 round belts assembled.All the drone batteries were fully charged as... were the controllers and batteries for the laptop and cameras. The drone defense was ready.On top of the embassy building were the stinger and javelin rockets to stop the truck, sitting in boxes ready to be used on a moments notice. The two 50 cal guns with full belts of armor piercing bullets were in place and covered with canvas. The two M60. She rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen. I ignored her as she went about making her snack or drink or what ever the hell she was up to.Later as I was shuffling through the channels she approached me with a plate."Here ... sorry. Its just ... its been three weeks. I think its time for you to get out of the house." She said.Then she added quickly. "But it isnt my business. So Im sorry."I accepted the plate. It was my favorite, a Reuben like only someone from NYC could do it. Damn I love. Miller said as she yanked Matt's sweatpants down. He had on a pair of tight white briefs that seemed to fascinated Mrs. Miller as she rubbed his massive bulge with her fingers. "Damn, you put on more muscle," Mrs. Miller said while running her hands over Matt's arms and chest. "You're fuckin ripped, I believe is the term you guys use," Mrs. Miller said as she pulled her top and sweatpants off, revealing that she had nothing on underneath. "Let me at that dick," she said while dropping to her. It made her hair stand on end, such a perfect kiss. Kayla pulled her mouth from his and settled onto her feet again, grinning coyly. Her hand wrapped around his cock. Already it was swelling again. The hot flesh filled her hand, and her first thought was that Brad was going to fill her pussy better than her husband did. First though… Brad watched wide-eyed as Kayla sank to her knees. She ran her tongue up the length of his shaft and closed her lips around the head. Her tongue gently probed his.