Check (no sense running short). Eyeglasses and microfiber cleaning cloth? Check. Change of socks and underwear? Double check. I was good to go. I selected a functional wardrobe: camo cargo pants, an olive drab surplus army shirt with epaulets, and a pair of used Hairy Desert Storm combat boots wrapped up in a vintage M-60 government-issued field jacket. Standing before the full-length mirror, I repositioned the contraband eagle feather in the hatband of my brown fedora and gulped before I burst out laughing. Trick or treat anyone? On my way to the armory, I slipped into the kitchen. Caffeine is the genie in the java. I warmed my hands as I rubbed Aladdin's mug, inhaled a fragrant cloud of coffee steam and wished the butterflies in my gut would go back indian to sleep. Pre-mission jitters; I didn't want to screw-up. "Cutting it a bit close, aren't we?" Sheila nodded at the antique pendulum clock on the armory wall as the second hand clicked to the twelve o'clock position and the 1890s era timepiece chimed the hour. I smiled and said nothing as I took my place beside my teammates. Barely on time lived in the twilight zone between punctuality and tardiness. At least I wasn't late. "Team, ten-hut!" barked the First Sergeant as she snapped her heels together and stood ramrod tall and presented the Chief with the crisp salute of a veteran. I instinctively stiffened to attention as training and memory teleported me into the past. My mind was back in the Army again, and it felt like home. Almost like I had never left. "Stand easy and relax." Sheila returned the tribute as she checked her papers. "Standing Order Number One: effective immediately, the Society is under military protocol until further notice." "Aye, Aye!" I shouted in unison with my team. I glanced around the room and noticed my mix-and-match uniform didn't match the mix. Dressed in utility gray overalls and black baseball caps, the women of the tribe could pass as a team of UPS drivers in training. There were no apparent signs of rank, but I noted Sheila was the only person wearing a French-style black beret. "Thank you," the Chief acknowledged as she raised her clipboard. "Today's mission and all future deployments will be conducted in the proper combat formation. From this point forward, Brenda will serve as quartermaster and colony's First Sergeant," Sheila announced to a chorus of whoops and cheers, mine included. The butterflies in my gut rested their wings. Experienced officers and NCOs are the edges every unit needs. The lady knew her stuff. And he quickly backed away from her. She shot me a quick glance, giving me a little sideways smile. Aiko, with one hand grabbed Alex’s cock and with the other slid her fingers into Reina’s pussy. We were fools. Well what little of the personality that had been retained. She said good, because they are just friends who happen to enjoy a woman’s touch, at times. He continued teasing my clit and my hole and just as I was starting to cum again he thrust the vibrator deep inside me. Spreading one over the arm Hairy of the sofa and the other over his broad shoulder, her arse perched on the edge, arms tied behind her back she was as spread and vulnerable as she had ever been in her life. Fuck me!” Jane helped him by rocking her hips to get him into a rhythm. Daryl noticed that Parsons had indian the windows open and was smoking—a definite no-no in police vehicles. My mouth watered at her scent. I had no idea that Drew knew I had that or where, but clearly he did. I quickly scrambled off Kate who was staring at me in horror. He spanked her again, her ass cheek stinging a little. “See,” she said with a breathy moan and a sly wink, “I like shooting my load in you, too.” The man is middle aged, fat and overweight. They should have been able to, considering it's quite a cock. Without thinking, in a moment of honest lust, Harry said the dirtiest thing that came to mind. She only used his name. The next morning I woke up around 10 am. She had clearly had it with her friends making fun of her, and now they had the gall to pull this downright mean prank on her. The swat of the paddle was unlike the previous blows. She licked up and down the shaft. He was in shock and couldn’t take his eyes off me. I stumbled into the living room and sat down on the couch, never bothering to cover myself. Determined, I grab the knife.