I entered the dimly lit bistro and began to search for my friend Irma. I was looking for an elderly brunette in a black skirt and red blouse. I scanne...d the room and found no one matching that description. There were only two women in the lounge, a very young business traveler (judging from her navy blue business suit) who was surrounded by three men at a nearby table, and an attractive brunette at the far end of the bar. The brunette was being entertained by an obviously drunk man in a gray. Once done I saw him jerk his head at his partner to get his attention.Something told me other than the record of the 911 call there wouldn't be much else in the way of proof to be used in the way of an arrest record.Now with the women gone I was able to bring the children in the house and calm them down best I could. It took a while, but I just barely managed by turning on "Sponge Bob Square Pants" and holding them tight.I hate Sponge Bob.I immediately called my Attorney once the children were. The enemy was waiting for the arrival of its reinforcements. Tanks, the big skinny asshole had said. They were bringing tanks from Ft. Hood.Raymond was teaching Roald how to assist him in firing our AT4. It was, in essence, a small rocket launcher. We had eleven of them, but Raymond wasn't confident enough that anyone could be trained to use the weapon effectively in a dry-firing situation like ours. His plan was to use the weapon himself, with Roald's assistance, firing from the roof of. For an instant, the voices to my left took the focus away from the pleasure building inside of me but as Adam’s rhythm quickened once again it sent me over the edge. My body tensed, gripping him tightly between my thighs as if not wanting to let him move as my pussy contracted hard. Adam continued his rhythm, ignoring that I was cuming and juices oozing from my pussy and down onto the floor. Although I’d cum, my body was nowhere near relaxing, with Adam still fucking me, it was as though I was.