Sadly, Milly had not yet found the man she was looking for, so she made do with a team. A major league manager planning his pitching rotation for the ...Playoffs had nothing on Milly's strategizing her boyfriend schedule according to her moods and social occasions.Primus inter pares was Horse, the Washington Wizards' center who was hung like a ... well, the eponymous farm animal. Carlos was a dance instructor whose introduction of the movements of Salsa, Cumbia, and the Meringue into his frenetic. . . Shelly Montrose, um, Applegate," she stammered. "Montrose-um-Applegate," he chuckled. "Is that some sort of society name?" Shelly blushed at her mistake. She hadn't give her maiden name in years. She tried to recover her composure with the same sort of brash confidence she usually displayed, confidence that had seemed quite solid until she met this stranger. "It's Applegate now," she admitted. "Does it bother you that I'm married?" "Does it bother you?" Snyder. He woke up cusing the he got my head and made me deep thro him then he puuled me up by the shoulders and and we started kissing then he took of my cloths and he started rubbing his dick close to my hole we were still kissing then he spit on his fingers and slowly fingered my ass the he said r u ready and i stayed quiet still feeling odd then he pushed it in little by little it hburt like a bitch then super good after word it was so huge i felt it hit my belly button he also had a hairy chst. It was either that or the grease-pit that actually smelled even worse. The silly shot-gun slid off my shoulder and I was unarmed once again. The odds were so great that I didn’t think it made much of a difference. The last thing I saw was a pair of young female recruits being gagged and hog-tied in the middle of the parade ground and I knew this was raid to find fresh female flesh for the enemy propaganda pipe-line. In my mind, it was a fate far worse than death, but I knew I would accept it.