I'm as fucked as the fucking 'Stanis." Which fucking 'Stanis would that be, Eve?" asked Tom. "Would that be the Uzbekistanis, the Turkmenistanis or th...e Kazakhstanis?" Maybe the other ones," said Eve. "I don't fucking know, do I? They're all the fucking same. Pakistan first..." ... and India as well," added Tom."Then it was every fucking country with Stan in its name. Kurdistan wasn't even like six years old and it got fucked," said Eve. "And I'm as fucked as all the fucking 'Stans. I'm one. “Come in,” said Shirley.It was Janice. She was smiling in a big way. “I have news!” She exclaimed. “Bennie came over and we went into the radio room. We were listening slowly turning the frequency knob on twenty meters and heard someone calling ‘CQ.’ We made contact with Jimmy, WB9KLR, in Port Washington, Wisconsin. I gave him your call sign but told him you were married now. I looked him up like you taught me. He’s twenty-seven and single. He said his parents are okay along with a younger. She responded to my playful tone with another grin, before turning her attention back to the trunk. I didn't remove my hand from her pussy the whole time she was in that position, I was running a finger over her clit, occasionally pushing it into her, running my other hand over her naked back. She was moaning slightly, and wiggling back and forth against my hand, but she moved and sat down in the front seat, triumphantly holding up the towels. We both dried ourselves off as much as. A short time later she came down the stairs wrapped in her familiar robe. "I feel so much better. When you get home, a bath makes me feel like I have washed away the week. It’s like a fresh start.” Her eyes seemed to be brighter and I could detect just a trace of perfume. Instead of sitting, she picked up her glass and walked to the kitchen. “My turn. I can use a quick bath too.” I heard he mumble an answer from the kitchen and the sound of ice cubes being broken loose in the ice tray. My.