Jane especially liked his intensity. She wanted to encourage it. But meanwhile they needed to put the canoe in the water.Jim held the canoe so Harry c...ould take the stern and Jane could sit in the middle. However, once Jane was in the boat, Jim sent them off. Jane nearly toppled out, but managed to have her lovely high seat meet the seat in the bow. "You fucker," she said to the retreating Jim. She didn't mean to be harsh. She was really just kidding. Harry caught a glimpse of her white panties. Robertson likes to show off her huge titties and cleavage when she doesn't have her choir robe on.I didn't say anything to Stacey about it. I thought she might have freaked out, as cautious as she always is about being discovered. But watched from the window as the deacon got into his big car. And then Ms Robertson squeezed her giant titties into her small car. And they both drove their separate ways.When Stacey got out of the shower, she dried off naked in front of me. And then she put her. I just read about anotherPregnant sailor. WhyAren't we issuing condomsTo women butch enoughTo fuck military men?I just watched Rambo againAnd I know how it must end,A rifle in hand, a grenadeHidden in her sex, a commandTo scatter balls and brains.His dog tags will tell us,If there's not DNA enoughLeft in his remains,Which bitch he wasAnd which outfit'sPatch he wore.ACROSS HIS GIRLY BEDHe looks sexy,Shirtless in bed,With his hairy legsExposed, a teddy bearHeld against his breastsAnd dolls on. " I heard the zip of the bag slide open as Ramona's mouth erupted into a wide grin. She walked in front of me and stood a couple of feet away, pushing a finger underneath my chin to lift it up to her eye-line."Smile for me," she patronised. "Big broad smile." I forced a grin with a snort. "Keep smiling and we might just think about." She raised her eyebrows and stared into my gaze; what was her game? I hesitated, not sure what to do: those split seconds were torture. Something was about to.