I can’t believe this is happening.”Without further warning a huge stream of cum shot out of my cock and landed on her tits. She wasn’t expectin...g that so she grabbed my cock and aimed it away from her tits. I took the opportunity to hump my spurting cock back and forth as her soft had wrapped firmly around my cock. Rope after rope of cum shot out of my cock onto the bushes and she didn’t release her grip until I was finished.With my cock drained I sat next to her and said, “I can’t believe. Mount Motherfucker, or also known as “Reaper” in polite company. The Paris Island Marines talk about sand fleas, but at San Diego we had Mount Motherfucker. Over 700 feet in elevation (over 210 meters), it is near vertical in places, a dirt road covered with sand that we climbed at night. We had all heard of it by this time, but only the next morning when looking at it from the Area 54 range did we actually see what we had gone over for the first time. Then three days of firing courses, load up. The night promised to be as cold as the previous night, when she had sworn she saw ice in the teacup when she had awakened in the early morning’s light. She tossed and turned and then finally found that perfect position to fall asleep, with her head buried in the pillow and her behind raised in the air like a defenseless target. Her skimpy night panties were buried in her arse crack, but she was far too tired to pull them back out again. The dreams were not assailing her like the previous. Full breasts, narrow waist, slim hips. Her trousers followed shapely thighs. She had a lovely smile."Good Morning. Say, haven't I seen you at Still Waters?" Yes. I'm Mary. I spend a lot of time here, now. How are you? " Fine, thanks. This is for Mr. Chance. Will you sign for it? Number four." Sure. He's busy right now... Here you are." Thanks, see you again. Thanks for using Federal Express." Bye."After the woman had closed the gate behind her, Mary hung up the robe and took the envelope to.