Portsmouth Naval Shipyard, named for a city in NH, was in Maine, an island, two lane road to enter the base from the mainland, the rest surrounded by water, the guard house staffed by rent a cops, getting in would be easy, even with monitors, so many alleys, the buildings endless, how to get at the nukes, stored in the prison, Donnas confidence, they were in the basement, in a max security cell, nice, see, the Marines knew how to make things tough for us. Would instruct Trevor to take the guards out softly, give the rest of us time to fan out, wanted a full fire line, not crazy about killing grunts, but we had to have those warheads, rather Lucy could not get them, Jills solemn warning, Lucy would end the world with them, it was as heavy as possible, no middle ground, failure not an option. Left our assault team, Me, Jill, Robert, Sarah, Trevor and Donna, would have to be ruthless, already called that shit, dispatch everyone in our way, no time to be hesitant, we had the interior of the prison commited to memory, my biggest fear, getting the six hundred pound warheads out of the cellar, figured the jarheads got them down there, and they were never accused of excess heavy lifting, Roberts suggestion, bring portable winches, winch the fuckers up to the ground floor, the inner prison open from the bottom to the fourth floor, see, cover all holes, do not ignore rays of sunlight poking through your plan, lest they become raging infernos, castrophe. Let the weakened fag get a running start before our animals had him in pieces, beautiful to watch, killing machines, the way Marcel and Fred shared their booty with the other meat eating animals in the compound was quite endearing, Jills wish, that fuck humans could learn from that heavy shit. Brought everyone not on watch, Cammy was with Marcel and Fred, ideas, Bobby downloading classified photos and video of the base, brought back memories, the red brick buildings, quaint cobblestones, the imposing brick prison on the slight hill, kidding that Jack Nicholson was great there, the kids wondering what he was in for, wow, told them their assingment was to watch the Last Detail, when actors acted, or something.

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Weight of the world, still, we slept content, sure in our righteousness. Her magic hands thrilling my skin, the gentle rubbing of her silky smooth ass cheeks against my aware cock, slipping into her with sureness, our love, familiar, yet always better, how she led me with her frantic ass waves, the way her fingers sought out my face, as if to make sure, her need still there, her trauma of dead daddy deep. The one Statie had died, the other two looked tough, open, bloody wounds, the way Jill looked, the bright white surrounding her, powering her, her hands gently pressing on the cops wounds, the way the holes closed up, all gone, surreal, my girl, my Goddess. Portsmouth Naval Shipyard, named for a city in NH, was in Maine, an island, two lane road to enter the base from the mainland, the rest surrounded by water, the guard house staffed by rent a cops, getting in would be easy, even with monitors, so many alleys, the buildings endless, how to get at the nukes, stored in the prison, Donnas confidence, they were in the basement, in a max security cell, nice, see, the Marines knew how to make things tough for us. Jesus, sweet fuck jesus, things kept getting stranger, degrees stranger, as Trevor broke through the trees, his Harley had been customized, armor plated all over, there were machine guns, Uzis, resting on each hand grip, but who he was carrying was freaky, she had to be the biggest woman ever, it was comical the way the bike kept tipping back, her weight easily four hundred pounds, but not till they got off the bike did we realize she was at least six foot six, lots of fat, but the muscle was there, she was not soft, even her mountainous tits appeared rock solid, this was one scary broad. Gover and Jan would patrol the front gate, stop any local cops from answering any gunfire, guard the eighteen wheeler we would steal from a truck yard in Portsmouth, Grover would drive the weapons back to the compound, escorted by our motorcade of bikes and weaponed up pickup. Jill decided that the fool wasn't fit for human comsumption, Marcel and Fred had no such reservations, Fred chuckling, he ate squirrel, raw for fuck sake, this was prime rib compared, aha, every fox is a wise guy. Jill and I sat at a table with Tommy and Robert, an Officers Mess if you will, the need for a chain of command right, everyone enjoying Ronnie and Moms cooking, our need for calories big, the way we all were ravenous, like as if this wild life left us faminished for sustenance, to watch all our children, happy, all confident in their skin, all part of our blanket of good, a part freaks and losers, together beautiful and righteous. Her body as ever warm, comforting, crawling into bed with Jill was always the best feeling, her sigh at my soft embrace, her smile in the barely clock light, my everything. The cops were weeping, hugging Jills legs, the rest of us pretty much stunned out, I mean that was it, Jill didn't heal them a little, she changed them, changed the laws of physics, that was fairly godlike. Would instruct Trevor to take the guards out softly, give the rest of us time to fan out, wanted a full fire line, not crazy about killing grunts, but we had to have those warheads, rather Lucy could not get them, Jills solemn warning, Lucy would end the world with them, it was as heavy as possible, no middle ground, failure not an option. We got Ronnie and Mommy to agree they felt a frigid blast of air, then there was a slight cloudy vapor racing across the room and through the wall, what the fuck, over. Tommy would lead his unit, Cammy, Bobby and Joanie to the sub, take out the three Marine sentries, get the stored Harpoons, they would be loaded on a tram, could be towed by any of the hyper golf carts lying around the yard, they had forklifts that would load the thousand pound missles into the semi. Joanie gave us a detailed diagram of all the buildings, loaded into our blackberrys, everyone left, except me and Robert, we would draw up a plan, assigments, much to plan, little time, Jills parting wisdom, not to overplan, let our babies do their thing, the way everyone eyes followed her, as she slipped into our chamber, my baby, our sun, we did nor survive without the Queen. The conversation flowing when Donna dropped a bomb, just throwing it out there like a bit of nothing, it was everything. As with most times in her life, she was met with ridicule, her huge shrug, if she knew their were such weapons laying about, Lucy surely knew as well. One of our joys, having dinner with the assembled troops, minus Grover and Jan who were on perimeter patrol, with Marcel and Fred, it was a deeply relaxing thing, a way for all of us to share ideas, worries, a dredging of our collective mind. Our cums unified, rolling her through several always leaving me so sated, like my purpose done, satisfy the Queen. Bobby and Joanie were manning the security room, also chatting with ham operators all around the world, as the internet was starting to crash worldwide, world gone dark. My turn, ordered everyone to get to work, something always needed doing, sent Marcel and Fred to escort Trevor back to camp. Harpoons could easily be configured to surface to surface, Roberts piping in, the arms guy up Moosehead way had a MK Harpoon ground launcher, that Donna knew all this, she tried to contact the authorities, all cops were the authorities to our librarian, her sarcasm heavy. He knew all our secrets, Jills laugh, it didn't fuck matter, Lucy already knew, Cain was meant to stay with us till the real war came, that he was to visible, his evil to apparent, he had failed, Lucy had failed, Jills power trumped all. Joanie explained that the whole world was in a rage, rioting, lawlessness, anarchy for the sake of anarchy. We were all gathered around the punk we had caught burning a nearby barn, he was naked, hanging by his hands, feet feet off the ground. Gave them both a hug, asked Ronnie about Cain, her hesitation, her nervousness, enough to alert Jill, as we opened the door to his room, I was ready to kill, wow, the room was empty, the fuck had disappeared.

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  • Nall
    31.08.2018 at 22:00
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    As with most times in her life, she was met with ridicule, her huge shrug, if she knew their were such weapons laying about, Lucy surely knew as well.

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  • Fenrijin
    03.09.2018 at 17:29
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    She was wearing mens clothes, all blue denim, pants tucked in to her bright red cowboy boots, her button down shirt embroided with red roses, shirt sleeves missing, ripped biceps exposed,around her ample waist a holster, looked like matching S and W Model s she was carrying, the unquestioned most powerful hand gun ever, fuck ever, matching cannons, the was a.

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  • Yozshushura
    04.09.2018 at 23:48
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    Jills honesty, telling the fag he was going to return to Hell soon, first we would torture him brutal, Jills smile, Lucy felt his pain, this she knew, just as Jill felt Roberts bullet wound as if she were hit, Jills rage, she would make him pay for his sins, would send him back to his Mistress broken and shamed.

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