Next morning I ran into "Super Sarge" and immediately jumped me about shooting back..I told him my reason and he took me to the armorer to replace my ...weapon and also informed me my next assignment would be truck driving.. I was over joyed..guess what..not a good assignment..I headed back to town to get drunk..68 the dope problem was just starting and though I had smoked grass a couple times before Nam I had steered clear of it because I had heard the Cambodian stuff was wicked and laced with. I got there right at nine and my four friends were already there. My name is Fran. Like I said, I just turned 18. Im 55 and weigh 145#. I have shoulder length light brown hair, blue eyes and 34-B breasts. I was a virgin but my pussy had been full many times. I have my own vibrating dildo that I keep in my nightstand and use almost every night. Some nights I just vibrate my clit till I orgasm. Other times I fuck myself with it and shove the seven inches so far in that my inner pussy lips close. The sisal was completely out, that would have left horrible rope burn and been incredibly itchy. The cotton clothesline felt nice, soft, pliant and plain white. It might get dirty easily. Then I saw some polyester "all-purpose" rope. It came in lots of different colors; black, red, blue, green, purple, yellow. It felt just as smooth and soft on my skin as the cotton and would be easier to keep clean. I tried all the different colors against my skin, it came down to either the black or the. I have never done something like this, never thought it would entice such a provocative response from Becky either, but she tendered up and flailed, her scream now echoing as the lightning, and blinding pain subsided --- but it didn’t disappear. Grinning, my finger playfully ran along the length of the pink pussy, thick, translucent liquid coating it before I sampled it, I sampled it in such a displayed way so she could see the rope of cream that connected my finger now in my mouth to her inner.