"Does Tammy fuck this well?" Rhonda asked, slamming her hips down hard on Ted's loins. She squirmed her ass on his lap and raked her nails over his br...oad chest, lingering on his tiny stiff nipples."Shit, Rhonda, I don't know," Ted grunted, grabbing the woman's hips and holding her steady as she fucked up and down. "I wouldn't be able to choose between the two of you if I had to. You're both incredible. I guess it just runs in the family." Well, you won't have to choose. You can have both of us. John saw that it was a cheesecake drawing of Annie Morph as a bunny girlwith her considerable assets lovingly on display. He blushed furiously."It's, uh, something my fans enjoy," he said. Kestra looked dubiously atthe curvaceous, long-eared girl in the drawing. John cleared his throatand returned his attention to his other visitor. "Let me get thisstraight. You're putting together a superhero team?"Smith waved a hand dismissively. "We're trying to avoid that term ifpossible. It tends to. “Hi, Tiger! We all miss you!”“Hi, Babe. I miss all of you as well. I just called to let you all know I was safe. There was a terrorist attack, but it’s pretty far from where I am.”“You’re sure?”“Yes, Babe. I just wanted to let you know I’m OK. I love you.”“I love you, too, Tiger. Here’s Kara.”“I love you, Snuggle Bear.”“I love you, Honey! I’ll see you guys in two weeks.”After I hung up, I made my way to the dining room and we had our normal lunch. After lunch I checked with Hiroshi who said. All to arrive in Durban before the shipment of nuclear material from Bandar Abbas in two days.The men from the Team of the Prophet would be arriving tomorrow.Bin Salaam took a taxi to Durban, dressed like any other businessman – he even carried a briefcase, filled with the shipping papers. He checked in to the Albany Hotel, in the center of Durban’s busy downtown. He retrieved a suitcase that had been left for him yesterday by a delivery van registered to a shell company in Shalcross, a small.