Organizationally, the Society of Sisters was a bureaucratic Rubik's cube with the ability to morph and adapt to ever-changing circumstances. Like the Marines, every sister was first a rifleman. Riflewoman? Whatever. They knew how to shoot. About fifteen of Sheila's kittens had the claws of an expert marksman. While sucking serving in the United States Air Force, I worked as a staff member in several command wide conference rooms. I was a classic REMF (Rear Echelon Mother Fucker) with the privilege of sitting in on countless command level meetings and briefings. I happened to be at the 5th Air Force operations center the day the North Koreans took the USS Pueblo on January 23, 1968. It amateur was a total cluster-fuck. We stripped our ground forces of virtually all our weapons to feed the war in Vietnam, and the only air power available was armed with teen nukes. We had two armed responses: either start World War III or grit our teeth. We clinched our jaws and did nothing. When it came to rank, I was an enlisted cellar-dweller with three stripes and an attitude. Nonetheless, I got to be babe a wallpaper witness in headquarters 5th and 7th Air Forces. I had the easy job of running the audiovisual equipment in the projection booth while generals with more stars on their Fucking lapels than the night sky planned strategy and conducted top-secret meetings, briefings, and strategic planning sessions. Yeah, I get this. Sheila's batch of mix-and-match scenarios was nothing more than the Sisterhood's version of the Pentagon's never-ending contingency planning. The brass developed plans for almost any imaginable situation. Want to invade Mexico or Canada? The plans were on file. I got a thrill from reviewing Sheila's tables. I loved strategy and tactics and had been an avid wargamer in my day. I shuddered to think of the hundreds of hours I squandered playing the games published by Avalon Hill and other war game companies. Little squares of cardboard represented combat units from platoons to brigades to divisions and even army corps. The appropriate unit symbol adorned each of playing piece along with a set of numerical factors representing attack, defense, and movement. Our battlefields were map boards covered in a hexagonal "grid." Each hex-square of terrain added or detracted from a unit's combat capabilities. Lisa blushed, and Jane stared at Evan thinking, “Who are you?” I retreated, knowing it was time to leave. But teen today was special. They wanted their first sucking time together to be special or something. “It was nice. I looked up at him and he was focusing on the TV, I think he was doing Fucking it so that if his sister looked back she wouldn't see what he was doing behind the blanket and so she didn't wonder why we were both looking at her brother's lap. Then there was the fact that Nuha was out there somewhere with another daughter of his that he’d just discovered he had. I was so turned on and wanted to feel that huge cock so very bad. I amateur couldn’t move, and I was like a deer in the headlights, but she only moved away, not babe surprised by the man standing in her window enjoying the view. I heard Brad moan, and repeated it, going a little past the head the second time.