We are under no compulsion to follow his advice, only to listen." The Commander concluded and stood in the easy posture of parade rest, he hands clasped behind her back and her face pleasantly relaxed as she waited. "What is the pleasure of the assembly?" she asked with an innocent grin of anticipation. Chapter 41 "With all due respect, do we have any idea how ridiculous we look?" I stepped over the long picnic bench next to the community dining table as I stood to speak. My Bhabhi rear end protested. After several long hours of note taking, my fanny was in no mood for a new session. My flat ass had a bad case of meeting butt. My hand was cramped, and after a day of arab biking thru the mountains, I hurt in places the sun didn't shine. "This does not bode well," I said as I closed my notepad and set it to one side; no point of recording a train-wreck. "We're supposed to be the new day crew." I smiled and tapped the rounded point of my number two pencil on my half-filled pad of paper. Lead and cedar were my tools for taking minutes. I liked the effortless feel of graphite sliding across the yellow legal pad. "Our mission,” I said, “is to figure out how to survive this disaster and we can't even agree on something easy like what to call ourselves." I rubbed my forehead as I stretched and tried to return circulation to my restless legs. "Sheila has a sick sense of humor," I said with a grin as I examined my scribbles. "She calls for to ali be the..." I cleared my throat and suppressed a chuckle and desi did air-quotes with my fingers, "...the Sisterhood's Holistic Intelligence Team, or SHIT for short. Seriously?" I burst out laughing and shook my head as the commander answered my remarks with a smirk and a shrug. "You're no fun. I didn't intend for you to spell it out," she said in a playful stage-whisper. "Belinda indian prefers we be called the Crisis Management Committee, and Darlene wishes us to remain nameless." I scanned my notes before continuing. "Our quartermaster does not have an opinion, and Alice wants us to be some sort of tribal council with a Cherokee name I can't even begin to pronounce." I scratched my head. I shouldn't have skipped the post-mission shower. - oh, she is fucking good, harder “Tell me what Bhabhi I’m doing to you.” I said: “Uncle…you are feeling my hot, wet cunt and I love it…I…[gasping for breath] said, “I love it so much! The thought of the thug getting to fuck a beautiful woman while he cowered meekly away like a coward challenged his evolutionary instinct. “So, um, what’s wrong?” That may well have been true ali but first thing in the morning flashing people was the last thing on my mind and going for breakfast and waiting to get picked-up was rather embarrassing; I counted 3 men with grins on their faces as they looked at me. “I.. “Oh fuck off,” she mumbled as she made her way indian into the bathroom, legs wobbling. “I love you too, Jane. I turned the shower on and started brushing my teeth to let arab the shower heat up. She lived with her emotions, embracing them. This godling was unlike any he'd gone against before. So he did not see your breasts', he asked? And just what's wrong with wearing a dress acting girly? desi I moved it around and covered it with blood and brought it to my mouth.