Before he could say anything I asked him to take my confession. He lookedsurprised at me than he nodded and told me to move in the confessional, Idid ...and a few minutes later he moved in his seat. He proceeded with theritual of confession and then told me that I should start.I explained him everything how, how I was exposed to the chemical, theguilt I somehow felt for losing people's life during the mission, how Istarted to notice the changes but didn't thought about anything while Ishould have. I started with the arms and then the chest. Standing in front of her, I asked her to lift her arms and reached around her with the measuring tape. Her beautiful breasts were right in my face and I could lick her nipples without changing position. They were standing up and her perfectly round areolas were slightly puckered. Her breathing was even more rapid than before. Accidently my hand brushed her nipple and it was as if an electric shock went thorough her. My erection that I was quiet. See the defiantly hoofed creatures pound into the drought infested lands- lands’ decay fed upon by locust’s cast. (They are deemed holy only by what is THEIR destiny.) Their proximity gives them away- the horsemen gathered four. As they arrived steamy clouds of soup poured from their nostrils in a heated pant. Their neigh is merely a trumpet, forewarning of an apocalypse of such magnitude that Lucifer himself will turn away in repugnance. Oh- those horsemen gathered four. ‘Hush little one- for. "It's a weapon, not a gun," Mac said remembering a time in basic training when he had referred to his weapon as a gun. The drill sergeant made him stand on the barracks steps and hold his crotch in one hand and the rifle in the other. He had to repeat over and over, "This is my weapon and this is my gun. This is for fighting and this is for fun." It was a lesson he never forgot."Can I see your big 'gun'?" Tess said intentionally ignoring his correction and looking at his crotch as she sat on.