I suppose I did too, and would still be an active duty Marine if I didn't get kicked in the head. I'll think about it, Butch, but I don't know what's ...right for me yet, whether you mean what to do about work or women."Butch gave me a one-armed man hug and flipped a chicken wing over. He smiled at me and hollered, "Listen up, this stuff is done and I see the table is full of food. I'm bringing the good stuff, so get your plates ready."The moms were busy filling plates for the kids before filling. Her beautiful firm body covered in sweat glistened in the light as I moved her round so that she was now sitting on top of me.I began to move her light frame up and down my rock hard soaking cock and she moaned with pleasure as I watched her stunning firm breasts move up and down. I caressed them firmly playing with her hard nipples as she got into her own rhythm and rocked on my cock. She began to dig her nails into my chest, stomach and shoulders as she was grinding on me deeper, harder and. The realization only made matters worse as I didn’t want to move from that position and neither had she asked me get off her.This gave me courage and I fastened my grip on her with a little force on the pretext of being mad at her but my intentions were clear only to me till that point in time. I slowly started to rub my cock on her butt over the skirt which had now moved up further exposing her full and fair thighs; I noticed her panty (grey with red elastic band had cherries printed all over. They were going to settle this dispute with their fists! How primitive! How brutal! How bloody! How wonderful! Bring it on!Even so, Roberta was more used to fighting that watching others fight and, at first, she found this spectator position hard to take. She was a warrior, not a watcher. And a fighter was what she would never be again if Celestine won! She let out a cheer."Come on Amy! Murder the bitch! Kill her, Amy! Kick her fuckin' ass!"Mother Felicity scowled horribly. Who did this.