Armored vehicles Barbed wire The exercise turned Oral Sex out to be a successful enterprise in that the Sisterhood's thinking about ways to defend their home shifted from passive to active. Over the next several weeks, I worked with Sheila and her executive committee to prioritize and categorize the list of suggestions into four parts. Items we could acquire on the open market went on one list. Equipment only available on the black market went on the second list, and the stuff we could manufacturer found a home on the third. Everything that didn't fit the first three classifications went into a folder marked, "Wishful Thinking." Military grade explosives proved impossible to find at any price. Instead, Sheila decided to improvise with bulk purchases of eight pound and lots of black powder. Brenda used her online connections to arrange japanese for the purchase of one hundred twenty-five units for a total of a half-ton of the explosive mix. Our inventory of explosives would be further enhanced through the acquisition of one thousand pounds of the binary explosive mixture used for exploding targets. Twenty fifty-pound-bags of super sensitive tannerite mixture designed to be detonated by rimfire .22 caliber rounds, or any round moving at twelve-hundred feet per second or faster. The women of the colony went into overdrive as they weaponized the to-do list dreamed up in our creative planning session. The suggestion to add airpower to our defensive mix resulted in plans to expand our squadron of surveillance drones by half-dozen remote control aircraft designed to carry five to ten pounds of exotic specialized electronic equipment. Instead of hauling gear, the drones would be modified to carry a rack of four aerial pipe bombs, each weighing in at twenty-seven ounces. The ladies from the blacksmithing and metallurgy departments were demonic geniuses. The team came up with a bomb design utilizing foot long, 1/16th-inch thick copper plumbing nipples fitted with an improvised shotgun shell detonator activated by inertia and a flat-side-down roofing nail striker. A grid pattern of shallow grooves etched into the surface of the pipe ensured that each device produced about one hundred fragments of deadly shrapnel. Plastic archery feathers served as tail fins and guaranteed a nose first ground strike when dropped from a minimum height of one hundred feet. Test day was a blast, pun intended. I joined the crowd of curious sisters on the balcony of the cabin while Brenda put her drone through the paces Blowjobs in a series of test runs using dummy practice bombs. Aiming accuracy left a bit to be desired, five feet from the bullseye was the best she could achieve. Close only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades, and pipe bombs. We had a winner! Four ounces of black powder produced a deafening bang as seventeen thousand PSI of gases blew the pipe to smithereens. As if the display of aerial ingenuity was not enough, the IED Team’s next creation was diabolical. I let out a sharp whistle of amazement and admiration when they presented Sheila with the prototype for a landmine activated by either pressure or remote control. The body asian of the mine was a hollow baked ceramic shell about two-inches thick and the size a pie baking tin. Sixteen ounces of black powder filled the container. The device was covered by a thick coating of wax, rendering it waterproof. As a bonus, the tacky surface attracted dust and dirt for camouflage. A blasting cap connected to a nine-volt battery detonated the mine if something stepped on the pressure-activated trigger and completed the circuit. “I doubt if it’ll be lethal,” Brenda caressed the IED as if it were a sleeping cat, “but it sure as hell will muck-up someone’s day.” Several back-channel contacts established over the years provided a source, at a hefty price, for two M60 machine guns, spare parts, and several replacement gun-barrels along with five thousand rounds of belted ammunition. On the first day of May, Sheila advised her executive committee that she was ordering a four-vehicle expedition into town to acquire necessary supplies. We had two weeks to finalize our shopping list and prepare for a temporary return to civilization. We were on a mission to put some bite into our defensive bark. Chapter 32 And when he came, he made sure that some drops always landed on the picture, if japanese possible on Manya’s beautiful face. Damn.” All on here.” I got in the limo and asked Fred to take us to the new house. Corruption may or may not try to corrupt me, it doesn’t matter. Then Paloma's cock flopped out, bobbing hard before me, eager for me to engulf it with my mouth and suck hard. When I pulled off exotic my skirt, Shelly giggled. “Yeah…” I responded, letting the word die slowly. She spread her cunt lips with her fingers. He can fuck but, doesn’t know about pleasing his partner. He whipped off the sheets covering them, arising to spin the other onto his back, he then lay between his legs, lunging into another kiss. She answered “So what are you waiting for then?” and with that she started pushing my shorts down. his sister’s mouth. work as she Blowjobs was departing to head his way... If you’re not into it that is?”. Josh thought, I bet those tits aren’t that saggy, and who cares, I just want to suck them. I gave him a note for one-hundred gold pieces backed by the Bentius Bank before mounting his fastest steed. In the next moment, both girls were busily licking my chest and belly clean. I can get most things or set up a senario just to peoples taste. I could see it hurt bad but was causing her just as much pleasure. The remote would change everything. "No more kinky than you are, Sweetheart. Mum said, “We can’t have that” and was suddenly knelt down next Oral Sex to me dropping her head down to take my cock in her mouth, she sucked and slid up and down a few times and I shot a load of cum down her throat. “That’s right” Remy panted then continued, “Now tell me, where do you want this cum?” She thought we might go farther than we have so asian she gave me these.” All of this was nice, but I had no idea when or if Jamie was coming back. “Nice to meet ya, Don,” I say. I was serving her food. Is any fucking going on?