'But given the amount of money involved, if you don't mind I would like to come back at 10 ' clock tomorrow morning with my lawyer as a witness.' 'No ...problem', said the president of the Bank confidently.That night, the president became very nervous about the bet and spent a long time in front of the mirror examining his testicles, turning them this way and that, checking them over again and again until he was positive that no one could consider his testicles as square and reassuring himself. The squad leader was a very big Marine Corporal, he looked like he had been a body builder. He was from Alabama, he grew up singing in a Family Gospel music quartet, his family toured the Southern Gospel Church circuit to earn money and witness. As I got to know him over the next day, it turned out that he was also an Eagle Scout.After our first day of orientation, we were paired together to be taken out into the jungle and dumped out like we had parachuted down into the jungle and we had to. Charles Xavier Weathercock was an old shipmate of mine. He met his wife at Silver Orb--Jillian Hannah Stoddard was the matriarch of the moon worshipping cult that founded Silver Orb. Charles died of natural causes last night. His wife committed suicide when she found him dead--they promised each other that they wouldn't hang around after the first one died. If you're up for a love story, its all about a burned out Marine suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder coming to Silver Orb for. One of the girls, Sarah, was a fourteen-year-old with *huge* floppers that seemed to be almost as big as Tanya's. She was also extremely slim, fantastically so; she probably had around an eighteen inch waist measurement! As a result, once she was naked, they looked even bigger. She could stick both nipples in her ears at the same time, without bending her head forward. That's floppy! I gave Sarah's tits a good sucking, and she squatted on my face as she came, what felt like half a pint of.