You might do well to read Sartre some time. He would help you out a bit," he retorted."Sartre? That pessimistic fool has no appeal to me. I'm not into... that existentialist bullshit. What's with you and questioning authority, anyway?" she demanded."Whose authority? Nobody elected those columnists to the office of ruler of everyone's personal lives. Look, accept the fact that I am a different sort of person than you and get over it," he rejoined.Kate shut up after that, as she just wanted to drink. "The controller is going to link the security video to our feed. You are going to be able to see what happened behind the wall. Record it for me, Marcy," I said.The controller ran all the video from the beginning and ended when the building across the street disappeared from view as the blazing inferno collapsed.One of the fence cams that were aimed to the rear of the embassy building caught the instant that both Vicky and I were hit in the vest. It also caught the rest of the shoot-out, the. Uske pair khole aur bichme set ho gaya…..Mera muh aur uski pussy….Hamare dono lips mix huye mere upar ke aur unke nicheke…Clean shave pussy thi…. Thoda bahut ras bahar nikla tha….Sweet sweet smell aa rahi thi..Me to pagal sa ho raha tha..Jese hi mene apne lips unki pussy pe rakhe wo to jese hachmacha gai….Aur muje niche press kiye jaa rahi thi..Mene pahele meri tongue nikal ke chata …Wo mere baal khich rahi thi…Fir mene tongue under dalii wo chikhne lagi…Aahe bharne. I would be better to wait on boardrather than jump overboard unless I wanted to drown myself.Joe must have read my mind. "Don't even think of jumpin' over. There's'gators in the water, I should think."We sat there several hours in misery, not daring to talk. At least theyallowed us to sit in the shade of the sails. The sun was almost settingbehind the trees on the river bank when they steered close to one bank,ran down the small sail and threw out an anchor. "All right. Time forsome more.