From the looks of things, that could well be where the fucking IED was triggered from."Fire another burst just for luck. SON ... OF ... A ... BITCH! L...ook at the bastards run. Give 'em something to encourage their legs, Harris. They're all carrying AK-47s, so do what you can to them."A few short bursts from the .50 MG were enough to knock down most of the fleeing insurgents, except, in the last burst, one of the bullets caught a runner square in the back at about waist level. He disappeared in a. That took a few minutes and by the time I was done I wasrewarded with a well trimmed bush. Next came the shaving part. This waswhat was going to be a first for me. I decided to get the shower going forthis and I angled the shower head towards my groin area since that wasgoing to be the area needing the most moisture. I also grabbed one of mygirlfriend's hair ties and tied my hair back in a high ponytail so Iwouldn't get it wet. The shower was odd but I needed it for what I wasdoing. I took her. “I love you, my Jenny,” Sula offered, caressing her soft face.“I love you also, my Sula. You are filling the emptiness I feel for my Afia. When you meet her, I’m certain she will love you as much as I do.” Sula accepted Jenny’s hand inside her dress to fondle her right breast.“Damn, don’t they look so fucking sexy together?” Scott commented to no one. He sat smiling, admiring his wives, “I’ve got to be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world!”“There are many eyes watching us,” Sula commented,. So I sat down next to her, ad put my arm around her, and Peter was trying not to look up her dress, but failed, which was obviously when he got up to use the bathroom and trying to hide his hard-on.He really took his time in the bathroom, it took almost 10 minutes before he returned, only to say goodbye and thanks for the coffee....I went to use the bathroom, and noticed that the lid on the laundry basket wasn't was not properly put on, and I found a pair of my wife's panties on top with some.