The Company XO (Executive Officer, Second in Command) asked me to head up to First Marine Division HQ to see if they needed any help getting the tanks... lined up for action. It seems mighty strange to be asking a lowly Sergeant to do a task of this sort, but the truth of the matter was that a lot of the guys assigned to the armored units were not trained as tankers. Most of them had been pulled out of the Infantry APC training (Armored Personnel Carriers) and stuck into these big boy 50 ton. He stepped on what seemed like another island in a pool of mud but his leg kept going down long after it should have hit solid earth. A few seconds later he as scrambling back swearing at the top of his lungs with his one leg half drenched in mud and the rest of his clothes splattered and smeared as well. He told me he was going back to change because he would catch a cold for sure. I asked if I should accompany him, but he told me to just go and get the puzzle piece and be done with it.I. Letting his tongue caress the sides of her shaft at the end of each stroke of his tongue.His instinct tells him to stay on the clit, but he has the brain of a cunt hound so he stops and plunges his tongue deep into her pussy, practically licking her cervix he goes so deep. Her moans have been growing louder and louder and they continue as he plunges his tongue in, fucking her as hard as he can with it in a steady motion mixed with as much lip as he can on the clit.She is bewildered, Frankie. Travers. - A Carnegie Children's' Library card for Amy Carlisle, age 8Well, at least I wasn't broke and I had something pleasurable to read. I've always been inordinately fond of Mary Poppins (at least before Walt Disney turned her into Supernanny). The Amy Carlisle ID was just a bit of a shock, Amy being my femme name when I try to pass. Ah, well - nice to see that they got the name right.I decided to make the best of what was surely a chemically-induced fantasy and ordered a small.