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 grenadeH...idden 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 either sideOf his feminine hips,Wet and. I opened my legs, and told her to come closer again, so that she was kneeling between my legs. ‘Do you know what I want?’ ‘No, I am not sure I do.’ ‘Well, I think you should address me properly. Call me ‘Sir’.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘So. Do you know what I want?’ ‘No, I am not sure I do… Sir.’ ‘Then I think I ought to tell you, hadn’t I?’ She smiled. ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘Take out my cock, and suck it. Lick and suck my cock until I cum.’ Her hands started to slide up along my thighs, as she looked me in the eyes. With two-thirds of their army on foot, and many of them hurt, the third Hummer driver didn't seem as anxious to close the distance between them and the cabin. I guessed they still weren't sure where the killing shots came from and quickly put a couple of shots right into the front windshield of the last vehicle. From behind, the agents sprayed the terrorists on foot and in the Hummer with sporadic fire to keep them pinned down and give help a chance to respond.The driver of the third Humvee. I thought to myself. That's it; I'm not coming back here, whata waste of time.MY NEXT VISITA few weeks later, I was back. I wanted to give it one more chance and ifI came up short, that would be that. (Not really, but I was mad)For this trip, I wore an off white dress with a full skirt. Since it wasa bit shear, you could see the outline of my camisole and bra and thelayers of my petticoat. I wore a garter belt, suntan stockings and blackhigh heels.Just as before, I parked my car, got out and.