I put on a little make-up, styled my hair in a loose ponytail at the back of my neck and was ready for whatever the night would provide. After paying ...my $20, I was given a wrist band with the words 18+ and told the bar was open, as long as you liked rum cans or beer. I was not an experienced drinker, but after a week at Uni, I felt like I could handle anything. I stuck to beer, and managed to hold my own with the rest of the party goers. Several hours later I was outside in the hot February. As she gracefully strutted the school grounds, clicking her killer high heels and making extra effort to move her ass as much as possible; she drew many stares from the male students, she smiles seductively as she passes, her mouth slightly open with her full lips inviting onlookers to go in for a kiss; sometimes she even went to giving a sensual rub on some lucky student's cock as she passes by. Mrs. Yusra has been married for 10 years and is in her 40s but she finds it hard to stay faithful. I needed my lover's big cock fucking my brains out again before I climaxed in my red, satin g-string. “I'll get it honey,” I called out to Randy as I headed for the door, planning on getting rid of whomever was on the other side. Flinging open the door, I found my self staring into the faces of my mother and father in-law. “What the hel....Mom! Dad! What are you doing here on Christmas Eve?” “Well, honey, mom has a Christmas Eve story to tell you. Randy called to thank me for the car and it. They brought helicopters and light tanks to the party, allowing the 'sissy 17th SB' to keep working, now on stringing wire. The 17th SB were a sissy brigade since they 'only' had two tours in Iraq, building roads and clearing IEDs. The 17th referred to the 1-221 Cav as 'copter jockeys who never had to put their boots down in the dust.' The annual inter-unit boxing matches were something to see.When 1030 hours PST rolled around on 1 February, three small buses full of Chinese terrorists unloaded.