“Are you going to cum soon, baby? Are you going to make a hot, wet, sticky mess in my pretty, lacy panties? It’s ok; I want you to. Here, I have... an idea,” she said with a soft giggle. She quickly stood up and reached under her white skirt. She tugged her arms down and stepped nimbly out of the panties she had on, which were blue like her bra and the same style as those wrapped around my by now throbbing member. “How about this? If you give me a nice, thick creamy load of your hot. Somehow General Bates got wind of the plan and had Sandman’s unit shipped to the Middle East. The rest was history with General Bates giving the unit every crappy operation to hopefully have the Taliban do what he wanted to do. Have Sandman killed. The General found out Kelly was still waiting for Sandman and writing to him constantly declaring her undying love. General Bates made a very terse call to Kelly informing her that if she continued to write Sandman or even continue with this. I slithered up close to make sure that he was out of commission, and I was happy to see that I would have no further need to worry about him. He was not quite dead, but he was so close that he was a non-factor for the rest of the night.As I was checking him over, I found four 30-round clips fully loaded in a belt pouch, so I had a brilliant idea. This guy was easy to shoot because I had plenty of light, but the other gunmen were going to be more difficult because they did not light up the night. The mask makes me claustrophobic ... so ... I don’t. My route took me through Judith Gap ... between the west end of the Big Snowys and the east end of the Little Belts.Then it was the Bulls, the Pryors, the Big Horns and the Wolf Mountains. I was never farther away from nasty big rocks than fifty miles.Flying in high winds, fifty miles is a horseshoe leaner. In overcast it’s damn near a ringer. I didn’t want any ringers. Montana makes it hard to fly around the rocks ... the damn things are.