Since the tank commander spoke English, it was not necessary for Al to return to Miami.Karen taxied into the hanger, and everybody exited P1. The Germ...an speakers were jabbering at each other while they followed Karen into the meeting room for their orientation. I couldn’t help laughing at the reaction of the Germans when they saw all of us moving around normally, but completely nude, except for the flip-flops.Karen and I went through our opening speeches, but slowly, so that the tank commander. You got it?” Christina asked.“Yes mom, I love you,” I replied.“I love you too my sweet angel,” Christina said.Then we both hugged again and Jeanette made sure to get in on the action too.“No one invited you,” Christina said.“And your point is?” Jeanette asked.Then we all laughed for a minute and then John walked in all ready to go looking very sharp.“Wow, you look handsome if you don't mind me saying so,” Christina said.“Hey, he's mine,” I replied as I came towards him.I gave a nice hug and. He’d actually made charitable donations to several federal agencies and even had friends who’d mentioned the group in passing conversation, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the ever elusive ringleader. It was a point of pride to him that he had never been linked to the group and that anybody who could testify to such a connection had always been eliminated. At least, they had always been eliminated until now. Davidson was strolling along a path in the city park, outwardly seeming to. Fuuuuck!” she moaned and Matt began to plough faster into her, the squelch of her sperm-filled cunt and the slap of his groin as it met hers easily audible to me crouched on the lawn outside our window.“Oh my god!” she exclaimed and her back arched into Matt’s pounding cock. Her legs went limp and I could see that the only thing keeping Amanda off the bed was Matt’s fat meat pole inserted like a skewer up her pussy and his hands firmly grasping her beautiful slim waist. Matt continued to pump.