My teammates were about the greatest, but craziest bunch of guys I’ve ever met. As soon as I arrived on the team, they took me under their wings and... made me part of the craziness. The ringleader of the bunch of Looney Tunes of which I was now a part was Lyin’ Ryan Ragan. Master Sergeant Ragan was our team sergeant, and the biggest bullshit artist to ever don a green beret. Lyin’ Ryan could talk his way out of (or into) anything.MSG Regan had five kids scattered among three ex-wives. All three. Almost like Dan’s cock, after he fucks me and cums inside my cunny, and I lick him off.Instead of driving her over the top, it frustrated her, made her miss him more. Drawing her knees to her chest, on her back, she reached back down and inserted her fingers again. Now her labia were tight, every sensation magnified. Shoving her disappointment at being alone to the back of her mind, she frantically finger-fucked herself, determined not to stop until she came.Moments later, a second orgasm. While Ben easily picked up the unconscious Marcie, Angela grabbed her backpack and Marcie's, and followed him out the door.Ben's friend Brian, sensing an opportunity, and not wanting Ben to be the one to hold on to Angela while Marcie was looked after, quickly gathered up his and Ben's things and the hall pass and went to hold the door open for Ben. Mrs. Prendergast allowed him to leave with them since neither Ben nor Angela had hands free to carry the hall pass. Before Brian left however she. I took the hens from the water and split them through the backbone and flattened them out. Rubbing butter and lemon and fresh ground pepper with a sprinkle of kosher salt had them ready for the broiler. I sat and watched the evening news until the timer on the oven dinged. I took the potatoes out and slipped them in the freezer to cool down a bit. I had expected Sally by now, where was she? I fixed another drink and waited a while for the potatoes. When they were cool enough to handle I cut.